The bold birds
that completely ate
the spring-green tops
off my carrot and radish rows,
scold loudly as I stoop
to pick fresh lettuce;
accusing me
of robbing their garden.
posting poetic prose
30 May 2012 2 Comments
The bold birds
that completely ate
the spring-green tops
off my carrot and radish rows,
scold loudly as I stoop
to pick fresh lettuce;
accusing me
of robbing their garden.
Jun 03, 2012 @ 21:10:16
I’m enjoying your writings. Ode is my favorite so far, but it was hard to choose. Where do you find the time? Is your mind racing at the same time that your hands are?
Jun 07, 2012 @ 09:25:08
Thanks,Brenda! Some poems were from earlier rough drafts (pre-blog), then edited and posted here…and “yes” to racing thoughts (madhatterpoetry:) Glad you liked “Ode”.