(Poem 62 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
There’s a pretty little garden
in a pretty little town
where a pretty little girl
puts balloon seeds in the ground.
She waits very patiently
sitting between the rows
and waters them one by one
waiting for them to grow.
When the bulbous little globes
begin to rise and swell
she sings to each and every one
in a voice clear as a bell.
Once they’ve reached maturity
the little girl waves her goodbyes
as she watches them float away
with tears in her eyes.
@Home Studio – 62nd poem of the year
Runner ups for the balloon garden photos to accompany my poem:
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