They would not send roots,
my sweetpea seeds, they lingered,
waited for the sun.
Polly Stretton © 2020
With acknowledgement to thompson-morgan.com
Haiku #54
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They would not send roots,
my sweetpea seeds, they lingered,
waited for the sun.
Polly Stretton © 2020
With acknowledgement to thompson-morgan.com
24/06/2020 at 10:57
When a young child, I would pick handfuls of Sweet Peas, roll a piece of construction paper into a cone and with string or thread give it a handle. After the cones were filled I would sneak around and leave one on the doorknob of those who seemed lonely or sad. The thought of a smile from this mischief was the perk. 😉
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24/06/2020 at 11:32
Aw…what a lovely story – I can see those sad / lonely people and their delight at your little gifts – what a lovely little girl you were 😘 🌻
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24/06/2020 at 12:20
I would always go and hide, but I believe they knew the culprit… 😉
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