Jackie Allen


The Golden Girls In My Garden - Poem by Jackie Allen

Now that the drizzle
And the fog
Have finally fled the scene,
They gaily frolic amongst
The mossy green like young girls
On a stage hoping to be selected,
Hoping to be invited to participate
As guests of honor
At my annual tea party

Ah, so many Black Eyed Susan’s,
They attired in their frilly skirts,
Painted in identical shades of gold
See how they embrace the space
And entice the admiration
Of passers by, they flaunting
Their beauty as if posing
For a magazine’s
Upcoming photo-shoot.


Comments about The Golden Girls In My Garden by Jackie Allen

  • Freshman - 722 Points Shahzia Batool (8/21/2013 11:56:00 AM)

    the poem is an invitation to have a visit to your garden to see such a beautiful scene Ms. Jackie Allen! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 16, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013


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