Gladiola’s Garden

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Gladiola’s garden grows
not a radish nor a rose.
Not a pansy, peach or pear.
No azaleas anywhere.

Not a pumpkin, parsnip, plum,
carrot or chrysanthemum.
No forget-me-not or fig.
Not a single sprout or twig.

No carnations, cabbage, corn.
Not a thistle, thatch or thorn.
Not a berry. Not a bean.
Nothing yet remotely green.

Watering and sprinkling seeds,
watching warily for weeds,
Gladiola rakes and hoes.
Still her garden never grows.

But she doesn’t seem to mind.
That’s the way it was designed.
Gladiola’s quite content
gardening upon cement.