Poetry, Day Ten : Future
Poetic Device : Sonnet
I received a mint plant from a good friend,
I planted it outside so it could grow.
That it’ll survive the winter I didn’t pretend,
Patiently I waited for the spring to know,
If my plant had braved the rough weather,
It stood tall though it was light as a feather.
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Daily I watch its growth and dance in glee,
I tell it, ‘I know you’d hang on for me.’
Meanwhile I notice more mints are spreading,
Sometimes dogs may trample them I’m dreading.
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Some day I’d like to ask the botanist,
If he’d help me because he’s a specialist.
A mint plant to me is very special,
I’ll need it to make my food tasteful!
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