My backyard garden

• Raghib Siddiquee, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

Thy slender midget plants,
Hang low before thy feet.
Lo, some-day thy plants shall rise,
As almighty thick trees,
Towering above thy head.

Thy futile, hopeless potato veins and
Thy grim dandelions, dying horribly,
Shall nevertheless transform to,
Thy garden bed of my dreams.

Bunches and bunches of camellia,
Posies and posies of rose,
Beds and beds of ivy,
That I’ll spend hours & hours to hose.

Thy daffodil and gardenia,
Shall roam in thy left-hand corner
This garden bed of my wildest dreams,
Shall save me from being a mourner.