Pakistani Garden and Poem Reprint

The dahlias from yesterday’s post reminded me of our garden in Pakistan where they grew in abundance or rather, I should say, where they were grown in abundance by our gardeners (yes, a college president in Pakistan gets some perks).

I believe that dahlias are a pretty hardy flower and thus can grow in the relatively dry climate of Pakistan. Also, I think that dahlias grow in a tremendous variety of shapes and textures. I remember some being like the ones pictured yesterday, but, if my memory serves me correctly, I also remember ones that were very paper like and could almost cut one’s finger. I also like the thick, shiny green buds from which dahlias emerge.

Well, I thought about writing a dahlia poem, but did not think I had enough accurate memories or information to do so, so I dug up this poem which was inspired by happy moments in the same garden and yard.

when i was a child
i’d laugh and play entire days
with shiny swords
or in spaceships flying to the moon
that swept arcs in celestial dogfights against the stars

and then I’d rise from the cloud of play
drop a knobby stick from knightly hands
or jump from the lawn chair cockpit of my craft
and run grubby to clean and loving arms

Dahlias

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