Ode To A Gardener Date: Friday, 1st December 2006 @ 03:23:12 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Supered Here's to a man with fingers green The finest gardener ever seen, He can't tell one plant from another But tends them like a loving mother. His flowers bloom the whole year round But this year there was one he found That multiplied - like rabbits do, 'Twas lavender, not green or blue. He fed it well, it got the best And "Baby Bio" did the rest. He watched it grow and proudly stand, It was the finest in the land. It cost a fortune, he was skint, Then someone told him it was MINT. Edward Bamforth...........1978 This poem is Copyright © Supered Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=128894