Rows Of Roses. Poem by Michael Walker

Rows Of Roses.

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Yes, it was seasonal work all right,
going through late summer until May
on a rolling farm nursery out of town.

Yes, you needed thick leather gloves for the thorns,
when you dragged the plants out of the ploughed earth,
slowly moving up and down row after row.

I assure you that heaving the plant bundles
onto the truck deck was heavy going,
although it did develop my upper body strength.

I soon noticed the subtle color shades
of the the roses in the nursery, liking yellow,
but any colours appeal to me: red, white, or pink.

'Which part of the day was best do you think? '
'I liked it late in the afternoon when
Mount Ruapehu glowed a soft pink.'

-December,2014.

Friday, February 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: work
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I worked on a rose farm and nursery back in the early 1980s.It was hard but rewarding.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terry Craddock 25 December 2016

colour infuses nature, the bright colours stand out, among multiple shades of green or brown, loved the finish in the pink :)

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Michael Walker 05 May 2015

I like this poem SW

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Dave Walker 20 February 2015

A wonderful poem, I love the smell of roses.

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