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Respect
Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
I have respect (the gardener says)
For beans and flowers and trees.
In wonder I kneel before living things—
I’ve nearly worn out my knees.
Even for weeds I have great respect.
(A weed’s a plant out of place).
You have to admire their tenacity—
They’re older than all our race.
But most of all, it’s stones I esteem;
They’re stalwart and brave and true,
Imparting their wisdom to those who care—
I’m one of those people, are you?
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Scattered
Broken dinnerware, littering the desert near Yuma, Arizona
Can these scattered shards be repaired?
Photo and text © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Garden Goddess
Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Although her arms are broken
And her feet are crumbling fast,
The little garden goddess
Seems to last and last.
In every growing season,
Whether summer or in spring,
The little garden goddess
Doesn’t miss a thing.
She sees the roses blooming
And a hungry little bird;
She sees tomato hornworms,
Though her eyes are blurred.
She keeps watch every morning,
Every midday, every night—
The little garden goddess
Makes sure all’s just right.
Photo and poem © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Dangers
Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
This garden is fraught with dangers.
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Blue Monday: Hungry Mallard
Part of a sign promoting clean lakes and streams, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
One day a hungry mallard
Was looking for a snack;
He looked both up- and downstream,
He looked both front and back.
He settled for a minnow,
While hungering for more,
Then swam back reluctantly
To the distant shore.
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Why
An old farm truck rusts in the sun, Yuma Conservation Garden, Yuma, Arizona
Why do all things fall apart?
Text and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Walk
Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
A small wooden bridge—
first, we walk through the shadows,
then into the light.
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
An Everyday Place
Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
There’s magic about an everyday place,
There’s magic afoot—it’s true!
Just open your eyes and take a good look
At things that you thought you knew.
The sky, for instance, see how it’s glowing
Brilliantly, bitingly, blue?
The sidewalk you’ve traveled day after day—
That leaf at your feet, it’s new!
And isn’t that stone, the one to the right,
Flushing a different hue
Now that you pause for a much closer look?
O happy magic to you!
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Common
Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
common marigolds
looking uncommonly bright
after last night’s rain
Haiku and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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No smoking
A warning to smokers at the Robert J. Moody Demonstration Garden, Yuma, Arizona
No smoking in the garden—
You’ll kill the tender plants!
No smoking in the garden—
You’ll chase away the ants!
Tobacco smoke is deadly
To people, beasts, and plants,
So, put away your ciggies,
And do the smoke-free dance!
Poem and photo © 2017 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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