Wild Abandon

Odd, this staid woman

Who relished wild abandon

In nature only

Her ordered life calm,

While her garden ran amok

No rows, tangled vines

From pleasure abstained

Nary a drop of spirits

Her drunken plot raved

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

7 thoughts on “Wild Abandon”

    1. Thank you. I stared thinking about this when I was writing about my Grandma Hall in my offering plate post. She maintained a glorious garden in the arid Texas panhandle. Her vegetables grew in rows, but her flowers ran amok. She was very constrained in daily life by her faith, but her flowers showed her wild side. Although, she also had the “gift” of speaking in tongues. A little drama in her church life, too.

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