Rod Morris

Rookie - 171 Points (14-09-1934 / Auckland, New Zealand)

Times Change - Poem by Rod Morris

Way back in the nineteen forties, when I was just a lad,
The thought of spades and digging, was something rather bad.
Then the fifties rolled around, nothing seemed to change.
Planting peas and broccoli was not within my range.
The sixties came and I was wed, finances were quite lean.
So I dug a garden plot, and planted my first bean.
In the seventies I saw the light, I started to plant more.
And gardening which I hated, no longer was a bore.
The eighties saw my hobby grow, my garden did well to.
It was great fun to grow old friends, and those I hardly new.
Now the nineties have arrived, I still watch seeds give birth.
So if you want my peace of mind, commune with Mother Earth

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 16, 2012

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