Saturday, February 4, 2017

THERE IS NOTHING QUITE LIKE A PANSY - poem


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THERE IS NOTHING QUITE LIKE A PANSY 



Every Pansy plant achieves
an exclamation of sheer pleasure
as one admires the faces and leaves
of this little gardener's treasure.


In clumps in borders; ever so cute
The planter definitely had common sense
the rows of faces, colours of ripest fruit
propped, looking pretty against a worn fence.


Its almost as if the Pansy is in disguise
hiding behind a party false beard
with a hideous pair of glasses for eyes
its character supposedly disappeared.


As these little chaps face all the same way
soldiers in suits standing in a row
producing a magnificent smart display
Strong yet gentle and it will grow.


The pleasure it gives is immense
growing through the frost protected by a wall
or put in a border against a rotting fence
it will survive and will quite happily sprawl.






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