I had a wonderful surprise when I checked my mailbox. Inside were two copies of the magazine Green Prints. They are the publication that bought my short story and poem last year. Inside I found my poem in print. You cannot imagine how thrilled I am.
Here is the poem:
Oh garden, how I loathe you
With your weeds, Purslane and that annoying lemon balm.
The sound of a fresh dandelion root popping is one of my favorite sounds.
The smell of herbs and marigolds keeps me calm.
Oh garden how I adore you
Planting, cultivating, and reaping – this is my church of the soil.
Digging in the dirt brings me consolation
And eating your produce brings me further joy.
Oh garden how I miss you
When autumn turns to winter and I’m stuck inside.
Turning the pages of garden catalogs and organizing my seeds.
Oh this snow I cannot abide.
Oh garden how I need you
To give me hope of a new spring meaning
Get out the tiller and new gardening gloves
For another season of avoiding house cleaning.
Frankly I don’t think this is my best work but it earned me twenty five bucks and I’m not complaining. Now if I can just get that big buck story sold.