I like these flowers I’ve grow

They make me proud

Jumping up high,

Like Michael Jordon

Tulips have staved my boredom

The warm sun on my back

Beading a bit to hot

“It’s to dang hot!” That’s a thought

I have as the sweat on my arm

Trickles on these garden hose

I’m done for the day, the sun is low

I’ve stayed all day, mellowed.