Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 4,997 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

The Horticultural Poem - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

This is a horticultural poem
About horticultural things,
Of reeds and weeds, where sycamore seeds
Have horticultural wings.

The wind in the West has all the zest
Of a punch from a fist of clover,
In the wheezy East it's a perfect beast
When the cabbages bowl you over.

I'd go for a walk, but on every stalk
The whin seeds are exploding.
By that quiet rill, drawn up for the kill,
New rifles of pods are loading.

From armies of sedge, platoons of hedge
Breed bristles strong and sharp.
Beware that petal, it hides a nettle
Whose bite's as bad as his bark!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010


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