
I remember
when I was young
and first began
to watch plants
and flowers grow
and then placed
one rose from
a garden of our own
in a glass of water
on a table
by a comfortable chair
and sat there
most likely with
books and notebooks
a flower from the yard

Ellen Grace Olinger
Journal Poem – May 20, 2019
Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin
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