THE PROFITEER
"And here I'll plant some hollyhocks
For they will come again.
They don't need much attention
And very little rain."
I'm glad she sowed the hollyhocks
For now they bloom for me.
All up and down and 'round about,
A rippling, rosy sea--
The hollyhocks my granny sowed
In Eighteen Ninety-three.
And what may I be sowing
That they will pause to say:
"How lovely are the blossoms
We find along our way."
TO A MELANCHOLY LADY
Raise some guineas
Raise some gourds
Make a little gesture towards
A richer life in service passed
To leave some imprint at the last
If not
great deeds
Or golden words
Then raise some guineas
Raise some gourds.
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I love this poem and thank it is such good advice. I hope Fleta can cure the computer and if not...get another. It is your umbilical cord to the world and ours to you. We want to stay tuned to you.
Ode To Patsy
Pretty Penny
She left her mark
With what she thought
Oft causing a sting
Straight to my heart
Searing deep within
And I read again!
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