Three Sisters in a Garden
Did you know corn, beans, and squash are called the “Three Sisters”? This cute poem is about the beneficial gardening technique known as the Three Sisters.… Read More Three Sisters in a Garden
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Buzzy Bee
“With so many flowers, How’s a bee to choose? With so many choices There’s no way to lose. Pink, yellow, white, and blue Trumpet, cup, and bell-shaped, too! They keep me busy But you know what they say When you love what you do You don’t work a day! When you love what you do… Read More Buzzy Bee
Rebels at Heart
The hummingbirds Are fighting Flying, chirping Chasing, delighting In the large fragrant blooms They flutter, zoom Around, on, and back again. Unbothered that these flowers By name, are not for them As they grow on the beautiful Butterfly Bush. Yet, still these little birds Rebels at Heart Are always in a rush To do their… Read More Rebels at Heart
True Beauty
Beauty Is easy to see But if you take the time To look closer A little deeper A bit longer The extent of True beauty In its fullest You’ll see
Beauty is a Garden
“Who’s the prettiest Of them all?” Asked young Daisy To Sunflower, big and tall. “They all have beauty From petals to stems As do you You’re unique from them. It’s not about the prettiest That’s just no way to grow True beauty is a garden In whole, not part that knows, Our differences combined Are… Read More Beauty is a Garden
Lessons Learned in a Garden
For all, there is a purpose Change is necessary Better days are coming It’s a cozy home for fairies A food source for bees A tranquil place of rest Where thoughts are cultivated Sown and confessed Blooming into flowers If just for their season With seeds to dry and keep ‘til the next go around
A Far-Off Land
A tale of sun And summer days Where bees work And rabbits play In butterfly gardens Under skies of blue Where migrant birds Are just passing through En route to find More days of sun In a far-off land Where summer’s just begun
Showered with Love
Watered from above And showered with love This is how a garden grows
Beautiful Bounty
Dry, brown earth Seized with weeds Waits to be churned And planted with seeds Watered, fertilized And tended with love Sealed with a kiss By the sun above Encouraged to grow Into the beautiful bounty It was always Meant to be
Pluck
If we could Pluck hurt feelings Like weeds from a garden And fill those tender spots With what will one day bloom What a beautiful soul We would be
Jessica M. Collette 
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