Over the boards
across the creek
to a sun-dappled spot
where she who loved flowers
grows meadow rue
among the grasses.
One last planting.
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I'm a wife, mom & grandma, homemaker, avid reader, blogger, and nature lover enjoying country living. I write short stories, poems, and share life experiences, adding a dash of humor whenever I can.
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5 thoughts on “One Last Planting”
Love this. It has rhythm, it has rhyme, it has feeling (and it has meadow rue which grows wild in my garden) 🙂🙂🙂
Love this. It has rhythm, it has rhyme, it has feeling (and it has meadow rue which grows wild in my garden) 🙂🙂🙂
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Glad you enjoyed it. :Lucky you — Meadow rue is a beautiful wildflower. 🙂
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I have several wild flowers cropping up. I’m happy. Though there are a few that have to go, just too strong, they smother everything
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I’d love to cross the boards and see for myself. Delightful, Christine.
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Its a very inviting scene, isn’t it? Thanks for your encouraging comment. 🙂
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