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THUMBLING IN THE GARDEN
by Charles E Minshall
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How does my garden grow?
Brown flowers wherever I glance,
Plants with withered leaves
And healthy weeds in happenstance.
That's how my garden grows.
A darn brown thumb
Is what I've got,
Green turns to brown
In my garden plot.
I fertilize and water
In a high speed dither,
As I watch plants brown
And each leaf wither.
What I need is a crossbreed,
Graft weeds with flowers and trees,
For in my mind without a doubt
I'd have no trouble with these.
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10/05/2001 Posted on 10/05/2001
Copyright © 2025 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/14/03 at 03:44 AM Man, can I relate. I let my wife touch and talk to the plants, lest I put them in a tail spin. Like the colors and uneven rhymes. I like to sprinkle rhymes... in that way, you do fine with the things you DO grow, your poetry. What kind of fertilizer you use there??? rhyme and humor... not the brown stuff. |
| Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/15/04 at 09:25 AM I don't know how I missed this gem before! I like to write poems about gardens but truth is I would have one just like this one!!! This makes me smile! |
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