A Tour of Our Yard

In heart-touched times throughout my life, times with others whose pain I have shared,

I'd foster a plant to honor that muse, and name the seedling from the force it was reared.

By the gate grows my dark Pulmaria. Her name is "Hawaiian Hon"

"She means love, adventure, and travel, with roots that were started in fun.

In our front yard stood an evergreen tree. I called him "My Seaward Son".

Planted when our son joined the Navy. He means pride, sorrow, love for this one.

Toward the side is a tree with a tall sturdy trunk, but his branches were hurt by his base,

He was planted for our babe, our special sweet-pea, and his name, "My Exceptional Jace."

Near the drain is a vine of deep ivy, for a pain grown from envy, greed, lust.

She's there to remind me that life is still good. "Twisted Sister" can't destroy all the trust.

A bayonet cactus with poisonous tips grows at the base of the Cedar.

"Queen-T", like the ivy, stands for lies and deceit, poisons all lives who would heed her.

A sweet Magnolia majestically grows, so proud, so strong, such panache.

So ‘southern' in roots and up-bringing. This beauty I simply call "Ash."

Off to one side is a stout fichus tree. New growth covers bad whether scars.

"Faith" stands for strength in our marriage, our love. Her resilience dusts the stars.

My rose bush, though plagued with insects and disease, blossoms at least once a year.

She represents determination. My "Pink Kitty" whose thorns I don't fear.

Housing the flourishing Rabbit's Foot Fern, is a stump by the young pecan tree.

An etched stone, shaded beneath the stump says, "Grow Old Along With Me."

Although I have more, all planted with care, I'm sure new ones will be in my future.

Each will be named for the person, event, each from its own pain and nurture.

 

 

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stef1976
May. 25, 2010 at 10:01 AM

Simply beautiful!

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