Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Poem Poem

Life was different when I was a kid
I used to be more in the open
See the little beauties of nature
See butterflies on flowers
See flowers on little plants
Flowers of various colours
of various sizes
How easy it was to give life
to a stem of rose
by planting it in the soil
magical it seemed
to my little eyes
to see it grow
the first flower was a treat to watch
and waiting for it was a beautiful experience
how i used to water it each day
how mom used to tell me
don't water too much
excess water kills the plant
for it was in a pot
how enchanting it was
to gift the first rose to mummy
to tell all my friends
that my plant had borne a rose
a real rose
I gave life to it
it was my kid


Does this qualify as poetry?
I'm not sure.
HEHE!

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