Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Her new gardener





                                        The Gardener by Pissarro



Her new gardener

So unkempt and disheveled

He had green fingers

 

He loved his work there

Ghastly scars marking his face

Told of his cruel past

 

He spoke to the plants

And she spoke to him of love

Her man to cherish

 

 


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9 comments:

  1. Laurie Kolp12 February 2014 at 15:40

    So sweet... my dad has a green thumb, but not me.

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  2. Belva Rae Staples12 February 2014 at 16:34

    Everyone loves a gardener.

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  3. Ann (bunnygirl)12 February 2014 at 22:34

    I love the idea of fingers stained green by so much time working with the plants. My father is great with plants, but I've found that most growing things do best if I stay far away.

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  4. Altonian13 February 2014 at 02:20

    Pleasantly rural.

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  5. kalpana solsi13 February 2014 at 05:46

    The gardener with green fingers and a golden heart.

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  6. Jae Rose13 February 2014 at 09:12

    Sounds like both gardener and plants need nurturing..

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  7. humbird13 February 2014 at 09:26

    Feeling of Love...we all need it: people and plants.

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  8. J Cosmo Newbery14 February 2014 at 19:25

    Sweet.

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  9. rallentanda15 February 2014 at 21:27

    I used to have a gardener who talked to the plants.It was not because he was particularly nurturing. It was because he was stoned most of the time.



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