My Flowers from Someone Else's Seeds

My Flowers from Someone Else’s Seeds
I planted what you gave me

I  have begun to notice I find more inspiration
there in my friends’ gardens than I do in my very own.
I seem to absorb more beauty and depth of mystery
in another gardener’s delightfully rambling rose.

When my daisies start to droop, I look for a place to go.
surveying the surrounding slopes and hills where flowers grow
I tiptoe with silent steps when the owner’s not at home,
and enchanted by the variety; I see seeds I could sow.

Then I run back down the hill with excitement in my soul,
I take the new seeds I’ve gathered and plant them in a row.
Till the soil, water carefully, pull the weeds that wander in;
in a little while, the young buds of life begin to show.

When in full bloom, I gather the bounty of my harvest
and take it to my friend whose garden I had surveyed.
I then gratefully and humbly present my scented gift,
together with joyful hearts we delight in the bouquet.

Copyright  ©  January 27, 2009 by Karen M. Crump


The lush garden I most often pluck from is the port of Dan Sturn

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