Old Ms. Beth lives down the lane
\nShe rarely goes outside.
\n(Something with her legs, I think?)
\nI made her apple pie.
\nI walked it over to her
\nand noticed something queer:
\nHer garden’s full and tidy
\nThough I’ve seen no one here.
\nI ask about her roses.
\nIf mine could bloom like that!
\nShe says her gardener does it.
\n(We take some time to chat.)
\nI look for months to see them,
\nthe one with such green skill,
\nBut no one ever shows,
\nMuch less one who’d fit the bill.
\nI carefully watch the yard,
\nFind no weeds or disarray.
\nHer plants must be magic
\nto behave so well this way!
\nI’m not far off, I find
\nOne night taking out the trash.
\nShe’s standing in the flowers.
\nI hear words, see a flash!
\nSparks float across the stems
\nTrailing greenness in their wake.
\nI race back to my kitchen.
\n(My hands just slightly shake.)
\nNo gardener ever worked there;
\nShe got her garden free!
\nIf only I can sway
\nOld Ms. Beth to mentor me…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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