The gardener
- alexander te pohe
The buds stood
in a field together lined up in neat rows A gardener tended to their every need and oh how they loved him The buds withstood battering storms blistering heat scorching drought To finally bloom and be obliterated They screamed silently eyes shut and the gardener smiled After there was only a scar where nothing new could grow The flowers died the gardener moved on to a new patch of earth planting new seeds waiting for the next harvest |
Alexander Te Pohe is the founder and EIC of Koru Mag. He writes YA and poetry, and is currently studying a BA in English and Creative Writing and Screen Production. When he's not writing, reading, or studying, he's napping.
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