Planting Mums By the Firth
The luxurious feel of freshly troweled earth
Sifting through my hands as I ready the plot,
I shall plant roots for chrysanthemums’ birth
Ere fierce sun rising spoils their golden spot.
Sifting through my hands as I ready the plot
Peaceful garden resting beside the narrow firth
Ere fierce sun rising spoils their golden spot,
More than gold the precious blossoms worth.
Peaceful garden resting beside the narrow firth,
Where warm summer gentle breezes kiss the sea
More than gold the precious blossoms worth,
I knead the fertile soil carefully on bended knee.
Where warm summer gentle breezes kiss the sea,
I shall plant roots for chrysanthemums’ birth
I knead the fertile soil carefully on bended knee
The luxurious feel of freshly troweled earth.
Written May 18, 2021
For "Pantoum Rhyme" poetry contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Picture #5
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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