Grandma in Her Garden
A tribute to gardeners everywhere this spring.49 total reviews
Comment from Sis Cat
This is an excellent tribute poem celebrating gardeners everywhere as spring returns. Aside from your rhymes, I enjoyed the tactile nature of your poem in which grandma gets her fingers dirty:
Thin fingers rake through leafy loam
to sift rebirth from winterkill.
This is a richy, loamy poem celebrating our connection with the earth:
She takes her time to groom the soil,
to pick out pebbles, pull up weeds,
Yes, I had many relatives and myself sometime who had our own garden paradise.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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This is an excellent tribute poem celebrating gardeners everywhere as spring returns. Aside from your rhymes, I enjoyed the tactile nature of your poem in which grandma gets her fingers dirty:
Thin fingers rake through leafy loam
to sift rebirth from winterkill.
This is a richy, loamy poem celebrating our connection with the earth:
She takes her time to groom the soil,
to pick out pebbles, pull up weeds,
Yes, I had many relatives and myself sometime who had our own garden paradise.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Hi Sis Cat. I am so delighted you enjoyed the tactile imagery of "Grandma in her Garden." I really did want to give the reader a chance to vicariously experience what gardening is all about. Many thanks for your kind praise. Rod
Comment from Hitcher
Hello mate, i'm just back on site after a five moth break and it is nice to see you are still here and offering up little gems of poetry. I only ever knew one of my grandmothers(my fathers mum), my mothers mother died before I was born. My grandmother had no garden at all, she lived in a row of terraced houses, outside toilet and cobbles everywhere : (My wife and I though, love to garden so I can appreciate the depth of you words, I'm glad you still around RODG
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Hello mate, i'm just back on site after a five moth break and it is nice to see you are still here and offering up little gems of poetry. I only ever knew one of my grandmothers(my fathers mum), my mothers mother died before I was born. My grandmother had no garden at all, she lived in a row of terraced houses, outside toilet and cobbles everywhere : (My wife and I though, love to garden so I can appreciate the depth of you words, I'm glad you still around RODG
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Hi Hitcher. I really appreciate your being back on site and your praise of "Grandma in Her Garden." My fondest memories of my maternal grandmother was seeing her putter in the garden. Thank you so much for sharing. Rod
Comment from Gloria ....
A beautifully metred and rhymed poem, Rod. I can feel grandmother's fingers lovingly working the soil and the plants from the words you have selected. The colours and depth of love shine through with great clarity.
Wonderful poem and one many of us can relate to.
Gloria
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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A beautifully metred and rhymed poem, Rod. I can feel grandmother's fingers lovingly working the soil and the plants from the words you have selected. The colours and depth of love shine through with great clarity.
Wonderful poem and one many of us can relate to.
Gloria
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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I truly feel honored that you enjoyed this poem so much, Gloria, especially since we write much the same type of poetry. Thank you for sharing and your kind praise. Rod
Comment from DALLAS01
What a great piece of artwork to match this equally awesome poem. It tells a story that goes beyond the act of gardening, but also, for the reverence of extrating life from the grip of death.
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What a great piece of artwork to match this equally awesome poem. It tells a story that goes beyond the act of gardening, but also, for the reverence of extrating life from the grip of death.
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Yes, I was very fortunate to find artwork that so aptly reflects what I was trying to convey in my poem. Thank you so much for sharing "Grandma in Her Garden," Dallas, and your very kind praise. Rod
Comment from pome lover
beautifully worded, and I have to say, I'm with her 100%.
Each verse shows her care and preparation, but I loved best the second line in the last verse.
Gardening is definitely, to me, a joy - fulfilling and rewarding - and you expressed it well.
Katharine - pome lover
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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beautifully worded, and I have to say, I'm with her 100%.
Each verse shows her care and preparation, but I loved best the second line in the last verse.
Gardening is definitely, to me, a joy - fulfilling and rewarding - and you expressed it well.
Katharine - pome lover
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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I am delighted you could relate so well to "Grandma in Her Garden," Katharine. I truly appreciate your wonderful praise and that galaxy of stars. Many thanks, Rod
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most welcome
Comment from meeshu
what a nice poem, RODG. it is simple, perfectly rhymed and pleasant like warm afternoon. grandmothers bring that out in people, especially poets.......meeshu
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what a nice poem, RODG. it is simple, perfectly rhymed and pleasant like warm afternoon. grandmothers bring that out in people, especially poets.......meeshu
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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I truly try to write poems that will appeal to a wide audience, meeshu. I am delighted you enjoyed the simplicity of "Grandma in Her Garden." Thanks so much for sharing. Rod
Comment from rhonnie69
HELLO RODG: I like your poem here because it reminds me of my grand mother. Speaking of the lady in your picture here, because she's a grand mother, that means to me that she's some body's mother. Perhaps she has grand children, like my, gramma has. Perhaps her grand children had children, etc, etc. Through the grapevine, she raised them all. So...if she can sow and reap people; her work in her yard garden is as easy as pie for her. Which I've imagined is pie for her off spring. Mothers sow, and then they reap what they sow. So springtime or not. Her harvest is going to grow. You and I are proof of this truth. Cordially: rhonnie69.
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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HELLO RODG: I like your poem here because it reminds me of my grand mother. Speaking of the lady in your picture here, because she's a grand mother, that means to me that she's some body's mother. Perhaps she has grand children, like my, gramma has. Perhaps her grand children had children, etc, etc. Through the grapevine, she raised them all. So...if she can sow and reap people; her work in her yard garden is as easy as pie for her. Which I've imagined is pie for her off spring. Mothers sow, and then they reap what they sow. So springtime or not. Her harvest is going to grow. You and I are proof of this truth. Cordially: rhonnie69.
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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I am so pleased you could relate to the Grandma in my poem, rhonnie. Many thanks for sharing your own story. Rod
Comment from Mastery
Hi, Rod. Long time between posts, isn't it? I always enjoyed your writing when I had a chance to witness it. This free verse poem is perfect. I have the same style myself (see my poem "After The Picnic"
Your poem has a free and easy feel to it, like here:
"She takes her time to groom the soil,
to pick out pebbles, pull up weeds,
to crumble clods of thick red clay,
all preparation for her"
Bravo! (wish I had a six left for you) :) Bob
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Hi, Rod. Long time between posts, isn't it? I always enjoyed your writing when I had a chance to witness it. This free verse poem is perfect. I have the same style myself (see my poem "After The Picnic"
Your poem has a free and easy feel to it, like here:
"She takes her time to groom the soil,
to pick out pebbles, pull up weeds,
to crumble clods of thick red clay,
all preparation for her"
Bravo! (wish I had a six left for you) :) Bob
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Hi Bob. I post most of my poetry in contests, but I thought "Grandma in Her Garden" would appeal to a wider audience. So pleased you like it and think it's comparable in style to yours (which I will look for). Many thanks for your kind praise. Rod
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See "After The Picnic" posted by yours truly and showing right now. Thaanks, Rod. (let me know if you think our styles are similar, will you? Bob
Comment from jenintorre
This is a lovely poem. The words that you have chosen, to me have a musical quality.
It flows so well with excellent rhyme and accompanied by delightful artwork. Well done. Jen.
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This is a lovely poem. The words that you have chosen, to me have a musical quality.
It flows so well with excellent rhyme and accompanied by delightful artwork. Well done. Jen.
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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Thank you, Jen, for your kind praise of "Grandma in Her Garden." Yes, I do try to get music into my verses, and I am so pleased you like these. Rod
Comment from Air Spirit
A sweet and sentimental reflection of a Grandma in the garden -- that is about as old-fashioned and tenderly reflective as one can get.. She is from yesteryear, when people often had to work the soil, either for food, crops.. but also, like Grandma, often had a deep appreciation of the bounty and beauty in all of God's land... I can recall my Grandfather, he had a garden.. corn and tomatoes, that I remember vividly.. and when he brought in a gigantic, hearty looking stalk of corn, he was grinning from ear to ear.. I love all the descriptive details you put in your poem.. "...In early spring she's on her knees amidst the crocus, daffodil. Thin fingers rake through leafy loam to sift rebirth from winterkill..." I can visualize the scenario, and feel as if I am there with Grandma, trying to learn from her age-old wisdom of experience, and deep appreciation and knowledge of 'how to tend a garden' -- since I have "black thumbs" instead of "Green thumbs", like Grandma obviously had.. I enjoyed the visual tribute to Grandma, yesteryear, and the deep appreciation she had for the land.. and how her garden, sounded as if it were her refuge and home away from home..
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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A sweet and sentimental reflection of a Grandma in the garden -- that is about as old-fashioned and tenderly reflective as one can get.. She is from yesteryear, when people often had to work the soil, either for food, crops.. but also, like Grandma, often had a deep appreciation of the bounty and beauty in all of God's land... I can recall my Grandfather, he had a garden.. corn and tomatoes, that I remember vividly.. and when he brought in a gigantic, hearty looking stalk of corn, he was grinning from ear to ear.. I love all the descriptive details you put in your poem.. "...In early spring she's on her knees amidst the crocus, daffodil. Thin fingers rake through leafy loam to sift rebirth from winterkill..." I can visualize the scenario, and feel as if I am there with Grandma, trying to learn from her age-old wisdom of experience, and deep appreciation and knowledge of 'how to tend a garden' -- since I have "black thumbs" instead of "Green thumbs", like Grandma obviously had.. I enjoyed the visual tribute to Grandma, yesteryear, and the deep appreciation she had for the land.. and how her garden, sounded as if it were her refuge and home away from home..
Comment Written 28-Apr-2018
reply by the author on 29-Apr-2018
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I am so glad I was able to put you there with Grandma in her garden, Air Spirit. Many thanks for sharing my poem and your kind praise. Rod
