Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A funny garden of tales,
Is a place of surprise,
A colorful mixture
Of plants, insects, more do arise.
The pollinators delight
As they hover and flit with glee,
Butterflies, bees, and hummingbirds too,
With joy and enthusiasm, they are free!
Garden Verses
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
I planted some seeds all around,
By the flowers and on the ground.
I lovingly tended them each day,
But they never seemed to grow my way.
I sang songs of encouragement but still,
My plants refused to grow even after I tilled.
Finally, I gave up in frustration
And realized I needed a vacation.
Being a gardener requires hard work,
It's not just a fly-by-night perk.
Poems About Work
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Sow some seeds, inside a pot or in a plot
With time and care, sprout they ought.
They drink the sunshine, they eat the rain
In the garden, your work is not in vain.
Be sure to water, plants need their share
Lace them with love, be patient and aware
The process of growth you cannot rush
Be patient and soon you'll have a garden of lush.
Patience Poem
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
My garden, I love to see it grow.
The plants are growing and the bees do know.
The worms are digging in the soil so deep.
They love the fertilizer that I heaped.
Roses come up, and violets too,
The flowery scents hang in the dew.
The trees are full of leaves galore,
Grounded by wonderful clover floors.
My garden really can’t compare-
If yours is better, I am not aware!
Our gardens make us both so proud-
They bring sunshine, taking away any clouds.
Hollyhocks Poem
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh what a joy it is to tend my garden daily
To look about and see new life take shape like crazy.
Every day there's something new, I'll never tire
My garden supplies a wide selection that always inspires.
I may pick a juicy melon, or an eggplant so small
Perhaps some ripe tomatoes or crunchy green peas to enthrall.
I've come up with endless options of what I might savor
Be it sweet, or spicy, these veggies are full of flavor!
Garden Quotes
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
A funny story I will tell
About the garden where I dwell
I planted some seeds under the sun
Much to my surprise, what had I done?
Tomato seeds? Nope, that won't do
Can't possibly grow a cucumber too!
No matter what I was hoping for in my head
What's planted will grow, that's been said.
Funny Poems
Poet: H. P. Beach
Hither, meadow gossip, tell me.
Will you never pause to rest?
From the gray of dawn I've watched you
Till the sun has burned the west.
Seen you whisper to the gentians
What you heard upon the wheat,
And the flowers nod in laughter
At the stories you repeat.
And lest any of your items
Through the day should be forgot,
I believe you always write them
On the dim forget-me-not.
If I trust you with my wishes
Far more precious, little bee.
Will you tell me on the morrow
If my sweetheart thinks of me?
