Write a garden poem, win a garden prize

Posted on April 28th, 2008 – 7:04 AM
By Robyn Dochterman

Four solid days of rain and snow.

How far I have, before things grow!

I’m a lot behind and a little frustrated.

This stinky weather has left me inundated.

Okay, so I’m not a poet. I’d like to be a gardener, but you-know-what has so not been cooperating. I’ve got fruit trees that want to be planted, strawberries that would shrink from this weekend’s snow, seed potatoes sitting around in bags and boxes of onion starts in the living room, just waiting to…start.

I know I’m not alone in my pain. Are garden chores piling up at your house too? How will you get everything done? What’s your plan of attack? Or are you cool as a cucumber now and not worried?

Write your own gardening couplet here. The Greengirls will send you a prize (probably a cool gardening book) if it’s better than mine (and what wouldn’t be!).

11 Responses to "Write a garden poem, win a garden prize"

Allison says:

April 28th, 2008 at 10:44 am

A Gardening Rookie –

This is the first year I chose to have flowers grow,
When I woke up Saturday morning, I was cursing the snow.

When! Oh when, will we see the final thaw?
This longer winter must be a part of Murphy’s law.

I want to enjoy dirt on my hands,
and stopping by all the gardening stands.

When will the sun finally come out to play?
Please Paul Douglas, don’t forecast LATE May!

Is this just a case of new gardener’s luck?
Or is the spring stuck South with the ducks?

Is this what it’s like to want to dig in my garden,
I can already feel my rookie addiction startin!

Jaime Chismar says:

April 28th, 2008 at 10:53 am

Looks like Allison has raised the bar, Robyn!

Reetsyburger says:

April 28th, 2008 at 11:50 am

On Learning Ladylike

This lady has pot-bellied pigs for pets,
and with each sunrise she rises
out under a quilt from her mother.
There’s a red rag rug in her bathroom.

She inherited a plain and simple routine.
She’s got her ladyhood
mapped out, like a crossword.
Do this, this way.

She dabs Oil of Olay
under her eyes
because her grandmother did
and wears a seersucker nightgown.

I’ve used hand lotion on my face
cuz it’s all just lard and wax,
and my mom never used nothing.
I always forget my sunblock.

I killed my pet fish,
and rise from a man’s bed
long after sunrise.
My neighbors watch me stare at the dirt.

My grandmother had no ways.
One year it was manure in the garden,
the next, dead carp.
Unclear methods, gigantic tomatoes.

Sandra says:

April 28th, 2008 at 1:44 pm

It’s Spring and the garden does beckon
Time to plant all my flowers I reckon
With my seeds and my hoe–
What?! Is that frigging snow?
It IS almost May? Yeah! Just checkin’.

Maria says:

April 28th, 2008 at 1:47 pm

My garden- five haiku

Watching April Snow
Falling from the stark cold sky
Until springs advent.

Weeds pop up through soil
And dead leaves from the autumn
Almost time to turn.

My garden is full
Abundant and beautiful
In my late night dreams.

Anticipation
Swiss chard, carrots, radishes
Tomatoes, Beans, Herbs

May will come with sun
And so my imaginings
Will begin to form

The garden will live
And provide, and nourish well
Another season.

Cindy says:

April 28th, 2008 at 3:47 pm

My husband and I will plan for hours
He plants the vegetables
I plant the flowers

Young as we are
old fashioned seem
He from the farm
me from the city

He tries to get out
but blesses the snow
further down it pushes seeds
much faster they’ll grow

For me I’ll just wait
for time will not matter
I’ll sit by the window
read a book
Smell the Lavender.

Connie Nelson says:

April 28th, 2008 at 6:52 pm

OK, Robyn, who wins!

Robyn Dochterman says:

April 28th, 2008 at 8:20 pm

Great entries all! Thank you everyone. Very impressive work, especially given the short notice (or maybe that helped). An independent judge has given two green thumbs up to Sandra’s limerick, which showed both humor and skill. Sandra, send your mailing address in an e-mail to greengirls@startribune.com and we’ll set you up with that prize.

The Ladies Man says:

April 29th, 2008 at 10:24 am

You promised me the moon, but I got Uranus.
Now plant your Tulips wherever I tell you.

Thank you

Sandra says:

April 29th, 2008 at 12:37 pm

Ha, my degree in Limericking finally pays off!!! Thanks you guys, that is too cool.

Dori says:

April 29th, 2008 at 2:29 pm

There are tulips in the garden
and tulips in the park, but the
Two lips that Robyn kissed were
two lips in the dark..lol.