Love my garden joy
When come drops of rain
Petals seem to reach
For nourishment cast
Joy in the watching
As the seasons pass
Blooms are a bonus
Alas, never last
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Gardening is fun
Joy easily seen
Patience it does teach
With constant aid, sun
New gardener, I
Not a number one
Trying to learn fast
Need a master class.
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MTB: An Octameter for August and Sara Teasdale
The Bag Lady 
Lovely poem Cheryl
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Cheryl, I got into garden a few years ago. It is a slow go for me. Much to learn. The plants have the growing thing down much better than us humans.
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*gardening🙃
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True😀
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what a sweet poem to your garden joy Cheryl
“Joy in the watching
As the seasons pass”
I’ll second that being a keen gardener too.
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