come to the deep south

the past few years i have been entering poems for the annual hort convention, the first two, i didnt' get anything, but this year in two of the categories i got honourable mention and then in another one i got 2nd place

so this is the one that got second place

the theme was come to the deep south, where everything grows

come to the deep south
where everything grows

row upon row of pretty flowers
as the spring showers flow
and they blow to and fro

look at the daffodils and 
the tulips
all coming up now
are there crocuses too
for i lust love the tiny
little flowers

come to the deep south
where everything grows

look at the mouths
of what you can see
is there a face on that one?
the one that i believe some
people nickname a monkey flower

come to the deep south
where everything grows
look around
what can you see.
scattered around
blue bells and butter cups
and dandelions
just to name a few.

flowers that
you cannot see
at other places
in the province

come to the deep south
where everything grows

it's warmer  longer
and the plants grow stronger

come to the deep south
where everything grows
row upon row

Susan