In the Groove, and Totally HOT!

From Hairy to Smooth

I’m in with the Groove,

Truly, I’m Hot

Tho’ some like me not.

They think that I’m square

When really I’m round

From black to white

I will pound

a punch of flavour

in many a dish,

I’m good with eggs, cheese, meat

soup, salad, fish.

Pound me back

when I’ve gone to seed,

Call me Mustard,

don’t call me weed,

As I can be useful

and good for you,

Grind me into flour,

add me to stew.

I’m fast growing,

all over the land

in almost every Province,

ditch, field, culvert,
wasteland.

I’ve many relations

some you might know quite well,

Cabbage, Radish, Turnip;

Rutubaga, and Kale…

There’s another I’ll mention

tho’ it might make you pout...

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Within the writing of this poetry
are hints that act as memory hooks
to help one to recall some of the properties,
also the plant's characteristics and looks.

If you'd like to hear them
as I am often on the wing,
You may contact me through
this address ( lovellsimonsjanet_at_yahoo.ca)
then I'll give you a ring.

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Velveteen Cloak

She wore a chocolate colored velveteen cloak

with soft warm down for the lining,

A chill wind plucked at her fine silk hair

into a dance, swirling, flying.

Over 300,000 stars burst forth

to join in this dance with the wind,

Seeds, really trying to catch a ride

for new life in distant lands.

Paul Typha stood tall, silent and still

remembering Latilia Folie,

This image impressed upon his mind

as it would for all eternity.

She said she’d be back

come next Spring

by the water

where they first met.

She pressed to him

with her love weaved in,

a doll lest he forget.

She need not fear, he held it dear,

His love would last forever,

He’d never dream, or be so green

as to fall for the charms of another.

Not even the one

who while quite young

resembled his tender sweetheart,

And tho’ now vivacious, bold and flirtatious,

To Latilia, he’d given his heart.

Even if he were free, he’d let her be

as much was told of her boldness,

To take her in might be medicine,

but it also could be poisonous.

This sent a chill through him until

he felt like his blood was congealing.

To rekindle warmth, he thought in due course

of his soft and sweet Lotilia.

Right from the start
She warmed his heart

He knew they’d be together,

She thought of him through thick and thin

He’d stand over and protect her.

Though she departed she knew in her heart,
he would be back come Spring

with the birds singing, collecting and bringing

soft down for their nests, within.

This got her thinking, she too would be bringing

home a fine collection...

... to be continued at an event
yours or mine,
give me a call
to find the time!

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Within the writing of this poetry
are hints that act as memory hooks
to help one to recall some of the properties,
also the plant's characteristics and looks.

If you'd like to hear them
as I am often on the wing,
You may contact me through
this address ( lovellsimonsjanet_at_yahoo.ca)
then I'll give you a ring.