Hi Friends. There are a few out there, who regularly check into my Report to see what’s new and then usually leave disappointed. I’ve written lots over the years but lately it’s been pretty dry. Who knows why? I’ve recently visited my archives and a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Many of the poems that I’d written… and that at that time I thought were real gems… were not. Time lends a critical eye of truth. But some were actually pretty good. They were the ones that actually wrote themselves. Some were happy… some were silly… some were sentimental… and some were really “bent”.
I’ve decided to periodically publish some of what I consider my goodies. They may be new to you; you may remember them or more likely, you probably have long forgotten them. Whatever the case, here’s one of my favorites. Stash
Within The Garden, A Flower Grew
Within the garden, a flower grew.
Whose beauty, sadly, no one knew.
Planted obscurely, way out back,
It never blossomed because of a lack.
Perhaps it was the wall and its dim shadow,
In whose darkness, very little can grow.
But whatever the reason, nature or neglect,
The flower’s beauty was always suspect.
That is, until the good gardener arrived
And made the flower happy that it had survived.
Wether it was perceptive eye or a kind, soft heart,
The flower thrived under the gardener’s art.
Through warm attention and loving care,
The stunted twig developed a beauty rare.
Transcending the shadow that had once obscured it,
She now surpassed the weeds that had endured it…
Seasons come and then they quickly go
But there is one thing that all should know…
When all had been said and done,
This flower had its moment in the sun.
Stash