A gaggle of girls all named Iris,
Were worried they might catch a virus,
They huddled together
To wait out the weather,
And said, “May the sunshine inspire us.”
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Iris
This is the last of my alternating flower and bird photo poems. I suppose I could call them phoems. Thank you to those who hung in there until the end. I’ll spare you now and space out my posts a little more.
I love the heat, yet here I am,
With lolling tongue stuck out,
But please don’t take offense, madame,
I’m no ill-mannered lout.
I lure the bees in with my tongue,
They pollinate my throat,
And even though I’m still so young,
My beauty is of note.
Purple Poppy
Our milky blood is in demand,
For making dreamy drugs,
Our flowers grow o’er all the land,
We’re sought after by thugs.
Hollyhocks
I don’t know if any of you followed Barb Beacham’s blog “Life in the Foothills,” but I got to know her a little bit through her posts. Way back, more than ten years ago, she sent me seeds of these hollyhocks from plants in her yard in California, which I planted in my garden here on Vancouver Island. Sadly, Barb died of cancer in November of 2015, but her hollyhocks live on and I think of her each year as I watch her flowers bloom. She had a great sense of humour and I admired her creative writing. I still miss her.
The hollyhocks are strong and fine,
They bloom so straight and tall,
They like to stand up in a line,
And stay until it’s fall.
The flowers are like megaphones,
But silently they stand,
They like a group, but standalones
Do fine and look so grand.
Chrysanthemum
Chrysanthemums live on and on ,
With minimum of care,
They’ll bloom long after we are gone,
With memories to share.
- This particular chrysanthemum was blooming on my mother’s deck. I brought it home to live with me after my mother died in 1982. It’s still going strong. Amazing plants, aren’t they?
Oriental Poppy
I come from Turkey and Iran,
But live in other places,
I bloom as early as I can,
Put smiles on many faces.
My blooms are huge and orange red,
My buds are fuzzy green,
Enhancing every flower bed,
Because I am the queen.
Lunaria
Otherwise known as money plant, silver dollar plant, and honesty (for its seed pods’ transparency).
My lengthy bloom should suit your needs,
You’ll find me in your garden,
With dollar coins to hold the seeds,
My greed I hope you’ll pardon.
I don’t ask much, just water me,
I’ll grow most anywhere,
In every yard I ought to be,
I’ll grow up tall and fair.
Rudbeckia
My sunny face is full of cheer,
I take my time to bloom,
But finishing the growing year,
Gives hope before the gloom.
Wild Rose
Alberta’s provincial flower since 1930
My dress is frail and palest pink,
So delicate, my scent,
Before you try to pick me, think,
Or thorns will make a dent.
Lily
This lily looks a bit like a Himalayan lily, or a lily of Nepal (except the Nepal lily has a slight green tinge to the white parts of the petals).
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