There’s a gopher in my garden
Striped, cute as she can be
Last night in rainy weather
She made a fool of me
Would a tiny furry creature
Duke it out to make a point
Onions don’t last forever,
Plus taste nasty, what a joint
It’s time to sever friendship
Clearly doomed, yes, doomed to fail
Gopher and gardener both faked it
Unfit as pals, gave up and bailed
We’ll treasure each and all hard lessons
Start elsewhere fresh and, on new turf
Kinda, sorta, a mixed blessing
Kinda, sorta a rebirth
For what it’s worth
© by Phyllis Beckman.
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Phyllis Beckman greets the day by sharing poems she's written recently (she writes a poem every day) with 13 of her immediate family members. She credits her two writing groups, Women Writers Ink of La Crosse, Wisconsin, and the Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets, for inspiring and encouraging her.
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