I stroll into my great-grandma's garden,
gazing at all the luscious foliage.
Herbs and other plants adorn the walls,
all stretching out to catch the sun's rays.
But something special catches my eyes,
and it's my great-grandma's special daisies.
They have weathered every storm,
and they've been through so much.
However, they still stand strong, my great-grandma's special daisies.
Author notes
Written July 22nd, 2006
A contest entry
- ~No two the same~ by Lavender Butterfly.
300 points, ended July 22, 2006, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Now this is very nice Evan. Keep it up!
Jim -
This is awesome. It's nice to here your poetry again. The vocabulary you used is exquisite and very well-chosen. It brought your piece to life. The last line is an excellent ending phrase. Full of moral and secret meanings, it is perfect to finish the poem.
Great piece!
Lady anairO
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This is simply a beautiful write - very warming and tender. A pleasure to read. Thank you for this entry and good luck in my contest... x LB
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My pleasure.
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Thanx as always for your encouragement!
~Evan~ -
There Evan! Haven't I always told you there's a bright side to your writing? You have a light inside you that can bring out poems that aren't dark or depressing. You should put it to use more often. I love this. Great poem, son. As always you have your Dad's support. Well done, my boy.
Brian
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