Gone to Seed

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A short poem based on the interaction between a woman and a gardener during World War II.

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“It’s all gone to seed”,
said the man selling cress.
He shook his head sadly
as if he’d confessed
to committing a crime.
I looked round his garden
saw saplings and shoots
all dead before they
could ever take root.
All gone before their time.
As tears filled my eyes,
my heart ached in my chest.
“It’s all gone to seed”,
said the man selling cress.

© 2020 Julie Murrow
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She has always loved writing, has published fiction, non-fiction and poetry and hopes that her words have made at least one person smile.

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