Volunteers: A Silly Rhyme

Volunteers: A Silly Rhyme is a poem about volunteer plants.



Cheery sight these are to see

though not planted by me.


Popping heads through soil

not by my toil.


Reaching for sun

the volunteers come.


Taking up space

in the wrong place.


But I haven’t the heart

to tear them apart.


Yank from their warm bed

despite what gardeners have said.


So they stubbornly stay

to grow another day.


Wouldn’t have it any other way.

2 Responses

  1. calensariel

    Took me a minute there to figure out what KIND of volunteers you were talking about! LOL We have volunteer fern all through our grass and NO idea whatsoever where they came from. Ever heard of that?

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    • amy@amyharkemoore.com

      Actually, no, I never heard of that. Do you live in the Pacific Northwest–if you don’t mind my asking? I always think of that area as having a lot of ferns.