Sunday, May 16, 2010

Poetry Sunday~ Tended

Job 14: 7 For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease.

(c) Joni Zipp
Lavish land erupts with life.
fingers work the palette knife
lonely garden has no room
for the doubtful saddened bloom.

Bursting forth in a frenzied display
leaves struggle to come what may.
Seeds sail to the moistened soil,
pleasantly placed with little toil.

Grass it bleeds from the blade
burning beads for lack of shade.
bouncing back not missing a step,
safely sprayed alive with pep!

Nurtured now all newly grown
your life can reap all its sown.
The garden bows in bashful delight
the moon it blinks a warm goodnight.

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Stormcrow said...

That sounds like a song of Nebraska.

joni said...

Good, then just maybe...I'm becoming one of you.