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04/04/09 - (2)
Grand Prize
Invariably, I award my own rendition of a grand prize, Whenever I go to the Missouri Botanical Garden, Which I do, with a reverence bordering on spiritual fervor, At least every few weeks, month in, month out.
Today, with exhilaration and just a hint of nervousness, For wanting to assign my best subjective criteria To the worthiest of exemplary contestants, I finally settled on the Common Hyacinth, With its palette of purples, reds, pinks, whites, yellows, blues.
Selecting a winner, from among all the entries, Was far from a pedestrian task; indeed, it was daunting. Creeping junipers, rhododendrons, Daffodils, tulips, bluebells, pansies, and phloxes Offered a formidable array of spring blooms, to judge.
Even the dazzling, immaculate fruit trees — Cherry blossoms, redbuds, quinces, and crab apples, With their ballerina petals pirouetting through the air — Lost out to the hyacinths' spikes of basal-whorl flowers. They'll keep the ribbon...at least until the next competition.
04/04/09 - (2)
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