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30 April 2015

Why I Am Not a Gardener

Little white flutterers,
I loved them, dancing
all over our garden.

My Dad swore at them
and told me they were not
butterflies, they were moths.

Cabbage moths, he said,
pests out to destroy
all his lovely vegetables.

I still welcome them
in their hordes, still like them
better than cabbages.


For prompt 29 of 'Poems in April' at 'imaginary garden with real toads', we were to write a poem about a flower named after an animal, or a bird or animal named after a flower. I hope an insect named after a vegetable is close enough!

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16 comments:

  1. Susan30 April 2015 at 09:46

    Excellent! Perfect title and sense images!

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  2. Sanaa Rizvi30 April 2015 at 10:11

    Pure genius :D

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  3. Anonymous30 April 2015 at 10:29

    Good closing line. chuckles.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky30 April 2015 at 11:15

    Perfect! I like them better than cabbages too.

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  5. Ella30 April 2015 at 11:49

    I love your ending-yes!!

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  6. Outlawyer30 April 2015 at 12:57

    Ha! Charming. Thanks, Rosemary. It has been fun writing with you this month. K .

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  7. brudberg30 April 2015 at 14:21

    Oh yes.. How can you love the cabbage more?

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  8. Jim30 April 2015 at 14:51

    I like cabbage, Rosemary. Hard to tell about the moths. They must be very pretty, I've seen them I think, almost swarms of them? I like reading about your garden. I think you need to have a fairy in it.
    Last day, tomorrow. I'm almost looney. For sure I'm tired of posting even when I don't have time or energy.
    ..

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  9. Magaly Guerrero30 April 2015 at 17:20

    Oh Rosemary, I think you and I would make such great neighbors. I enjoy letting everything live (if I get my chance, why shouldn't others), so my weeds are precious, I relocate wee crawlers others have labelled pests, we admire the weaving genius of spiders... and so on. If I garden outside, I would probably just feed the squirrels.

    I love this poem. I can see the little girl pouting when her daddy "swore" at the pretties... Then I see the grown woman grin because now no one can swat her pretties away.

    This one made me smile widely. Thank you! ♥

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade30 April 2015 at 20:10

      Nice to meet someone else who cherishes weeds and spiders!

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  10. Gillena Cox30 April 2015 at 17:46

    nice write, im sure i've seen some thinking they are butterflies; i still cant tell the difference with some of them

    happy you dropped in to read mine

    much love...

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  11. Vandana Sharma1 May 2015 at 03:30

    For a kid everything that flies is butterfly, such innocence in a kid's heart lies:)

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  12. grapeling1 May 2015 at 22:22

    hah! they are pests to my tomatoes, so I admit I'm not nearly so forgiving as you ~

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  13. Anonymous6 May 2015 at 10:19

    Love this poem and all the creatures that visit my garden. I garden for the bee and bugs :-)

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