Thought's on fall....
Dear Bev Stegeman:
I enjoyed your posting (the one reproduced at the end of this message), and
am hoping you will allow me to repost it to the electronic mailinglist
Alpine-L, the Electronic Rock Garden Society for the purpose of acquainting
rock gardeners with your subject matter in the hope of stimulating
discussion and/or action, e. g. the possible production of a similar poem
using
rock garden plants in the text.
Ideally, and if you should be sympathetic to the basic goal, it
would be nice if you would be willing to repost it there
yourself (to Alpine-L@nic.surfnet.NL) so that it would go out under
your name as sender. If you decide to post it directly to Alpine-L,
you need not reply to this message. But if you prefer that I post it
for you, I will, of course, give you full credit as author,
even though it will appear under my name as
forwarder on your behalf.
One further (and certainly optional) request: Would you be
willing to provide (to be added at the end of the reprint) a
few sentences about yourself so that our members (more
than 800) can place you more vividly in a mental context?
I know you're a busy person, but providing a
cameo bio (where you garden, your favorite plants, etc.)
would enhance your contribution. Thank you.
Cordially yours, and thanks in any case for a charming contri-
bution.
Harry Dewey, listowner
Alpine-L, the Electronic Rock Garden Society
Date: Tue, 7 Sep 1999 21:14:11 EDT
From: Bev Stegeman <PLAESPAZ@aol.com>
Subject: Thoughts on Fall...
Night before........
'Twas a September evening, both clear and cool
We had finished our yard work, put away every tool.
Hosta "babies" were nestled, all snug in their beds,
With layers of compost pulled up to their heads.
While I in my straw hat and Dave in his cap
Settled down in the lawn chairs for a small evening nap.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter
Dave sprang from his chair to see what was the matter.
A parade was coming, that was indeed clear.
There were squirrels and geese and even some deer.
For our Hostas they headed, bringing with them the slugs.
And cutworms were coming....and more and more bugs.
We grabbed spray cans, and traps, and ammonia, and beer,
I said where should we put them? Dave said, "OVER HERE"!
And I heard him exclaim as he ran out of sight,
Thank God, winter's coming!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!!!
Bev Stegeman
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