Banana trees are contrary,
popping up willy-nilly
wherever they wish. I’m
also contrary, snipping
them back to the ground
with my sharp trusty
clippers. This is my
garden. I will decide
who goes where.
Banana trees are contrary,
popping up willy-nilly
wherever they wish. I’m
also contrary, snipping
them back to the ground
with my sharp trusty
clippers. This is my
garden. I will decide
who goes where.
Charlotte Hamrick 
🙂 This is a fun poem. I like it a lot.
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Thanks, darlin. I’m amazed every day by how quickly they grow. They pop up overnight. Grrrrrrr.
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I love banana palms, traveler palms; then again, I don’t live near them.
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I love banana trees and get fruit off of mine all the time. But they grow like weeds and will take over the garden if you let them. Thanks for stopping by!
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Ahh the wild ones! And then our hearts… simplicity and elegance throughout in this piece.
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Thanks, although to me it was more frustration than elegance! lol
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