Leaves of grass or leaves of chard,
both are growing in my yard.
Though they do not get much sun,
I am having lots of fun.
Up to now I have to buy
chard from Tony, lettuce guy,
at the market Saturdays --
(Get up early, do not laze).
Rainbow chard we had tonight,
wondrous olive-oily bites,
Garlic, onions, wonder food,
salty, savory, stinky stewed.
But I want to grow my own
in my little seven zone:
independence, that's true riches...
(oops, it's time to do the dishes)!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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my English is pretty rotten Cynthia. its not because it is not my language. Indians speak very good English. apart from my mother tongue Urdu, i speak four other languages. So my English got little battered.
ReplyDeleteYou seem to have a way with words Cynthia. you are good with weaving a tapestry with torrent of easy common words. my understanding of poetry is very limited i'm afraid.
Thanks for your kind words... and I love the poetic side on you :)
ReplyDeleteLicks, hero
This is pure delight. Wonderful words!
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