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Tulips are poeming
out all over.
I see their lines
against stone walls
in a multi-colored
rhyme scheme.
Clumps of them
sonnet gardens
while straggler haiku
dot lawns.
Tulips are penciled
on the green paper
of spring.
i love that last verse....
ReplyDeleteWow!!!!!!So nice and cute
ReplyDeleteAhhhhh... can u be my teacher?
ReplyDeleteOh... how much I love spring!
A poetic garden. Marvellous.
ReplyDeleteThis is marvellous, Linda. You are a great teacher!
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Sonnet gardens, now there's a thought! I'll sing to that!!
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