Grandpa Joe had an optimistic outlook.
He was always a pleasant companion.
Grandpa Joe admired a few older ladies,
being a widower for over forty years.
Grandpa Joe grew iris, sweet peas, jasmine,
fuchsias, carnations, roses. The flowers sprouted
in spring or summer, with the fine weather of
southern California. He tended these beautiful
flowers with private thoughts of his lady friends.
Author notes
Author's Notes: "iris" Prompt Contest Poem Entry By poetrandy
Iris photo thanks to Wikipedia.
A contest entry
- iris by stasis.
1500 points, ended September 8, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Did we have fun in childhood??
Comments
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This made me smile.
I really like this a lot... as I was reading all of these things that this man grew, I was overwhelmed with smells and images of this garden. Great work. Good luck in teh contest and thanks for entering! -
Sweet sentament. Hope the little ladies enjoyed your taste in flowers. The iris is a lovely plant and my father's favorite color. He says it's the sign or royalty. Thanks for sharing this story. UNT
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nice little tale best of luck in the contest
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Grandpa Joe sounds like a very interesting man, I bet he saw a ton in all those years and had a story for each and every one of them. Great work
Hugs, Bunny
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