My Father was a Gardener
rhyming quatrains145 total reviews
Comment from Roxanna Andrews
Very fun tale. That's the kind of gardner I am. But most of what I plant dies. I'm really bad at, have a brown thumb. Well done as always. A great memory of your dad.
reply by the author on 25-Sep-2014
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Very fun tale. That's the kind of gardner I am. But most of what I plant dies. I'm really bad at, have a brown thumb. Well done as always. A great memory of your dad.
Comment Written 25-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 25-Sep-2014
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Rox, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from marijmd
What a lovely and touching tribute -
I love that he enjoyed his "wild" garden - your poem is the epitome of - stop and smell the flowers.
reply by the author on 25-Sep-2014
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What a lovely and touching tribute -
I love that he enjoyed his "wild" garden - your poem is the epitome of - stop and smell the flowers.
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 25-Sep-2014
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marijmd, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from seaglass
This is a beautiful tribute for your Dad. Our fathers worked very hard in the days there was only one breadwinner in a family. It is nice that his gardening style is a happy memory for you.
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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This is a beautiful tribute for your Dad. Our fathers worked very hard in the days there was only one breadwinner in a family. It is nice that his gardening style is a happy memory for you.
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Thanks so much, Seaglass :-) Brooke
Comment from Joan E.
Your artwork selection depicts the "splendid, free flowers" perfectly. You and your father got it right--never weeds, but glorious wildflowers! Now, I know the source of your love for dandelions and other precious seeds worth "sowing". Thank you for sharing this warmhearted tribute to your father in rhymed quatrains. Smiles- Joan
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Your artwork selection depicts the "splendid, free flowers" perfectly. You and your father got it right--never weeds, but glorious wildflowers! Now, I know the source of your love for dandelions and other precious seeds worth "sowing". Thank you for sharing this warmhearted tribute to your father in rhymed quatrains. Smiles- Joan
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Thank you so much, Joan :-) Brooke
Comment from Ric Myworld
Oh, what a wonderful little poem, that touches my heart and paints a picture of my own father rocking on the porch, sipping on his lemonade or iced tea, naming all the flowers in his gardens and those unlimited varieties of wild flowers he had sown over the rolling hills behind us. Great job. :-)
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Oh, what a wonderful little poem, that touches my heart and paints a picture of my own father rocking on the porch, sipping on his lemonade or iced tea, naming all the flowers in his gardens and those unlimited varieties of wild flowers he had sown over the rolling hills behind us. Great job. :-)
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Ric, thank you so much :-) Brooke
Comment from His Grayness
Dear Brooke: this is a very inspiring and emotional poem with a wonderful gift of memory and spirit of fundamental gratitude your father expressed ... obviously in many ways. The lessons of gratitude are priceless and the love you shared is very evident in this work! Loved it!! Thanks,Vance
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Dear Brooke: this is a very inspiring and emotional poem with a wonderful gift of memory and spirit of fundamental gratitude your father expressed ... obviously in many ways. The lessons of gratitude are priceless and the love you shared is very evident in this work! Loved it!! Thanks,Vance
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Vance, thank you so much :-) I so appreciate your graciousness and generosity :-) Brooke
Comment from Jay Squires
Your father was a gardener after my heart. Poetic license allowed, only a few years of dandelion watching with no urging them to move on, they would take ownership of his lawn.
Still, those two years with my watching your father watching the lawn -- what a lovely time we'll have!
Jay
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Your father was a gardener after my heart. Poetic license allowed, only a few years of dandelion watching with no urging them to move on, they would take ownership of his lawn.
Still, those two years with my watching your father watching the lawn -- what a lovely time we'll have!
Jay
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
Comment from words
Such a wonderfully sweet and tender poem, Brooke.
You paint such a charming and loving picture of your dad. I can see everything around him blooming under his love.
And, he is still sowing seeds in the magic of your marvelous poetry.
Hugs,d
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Such a wonderfully sweet and tender poem, Brooke.
You paint such a charming and loving picture of your dad. I can see everything around him blooming under his love.
And, he is still sowing seeds in the magic of your marvelous poetry.
Hugs,d
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Diane, thank you so much, my generous friend :-) Brooke
Comment from bard owl
Your father sounds like a very fine man. Gardening from a hammock is truly a fine way to relax and appreciate the gifts of nature in the yard. That is the way my husband would like to garden. Your poem is very pleasing to the gardener in me. The imagery is clear and of course, the rhythm and rhyme are flawless. Excellent read. Blessings to you, Linda
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Your father sounds like a very fine man. Gardening from a hammock is truly a fine way to relax and appreciate the gifts of nature in the yard. That is the way my husband would like to garden. Your poem is very pleasing to the gardener in me. The imagery is clear and of course, the rhythm and rhyme are flawless. Excellent read. Blessings to you, Linda
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
reply by the author on 24-Sep-2014
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Thanks so much, Linda :-) Brooke
Comment from Cumbrianlass
Just so lovely, Brooke. That last stanza almost reads an an epitaph to someone you obviously love deeply. It explains your love of dandelions! What a sweet picture you paint and what special memories he gave you.
Really nice. A wonderful tribute.
Av
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Just so lovely, Brooke. That last stanza almost reads an an epitaph to someone you obviously love deeply. It explains your love of dandelions! What a sweet picture you paint and what special memories he gave you.
Really nice. A wonderful tribute.
Av
Comment Written 24-Sep-2014
