Grandads Botany

Grandad and Molly Bee

It’s funny the memories I thought carefully tucked away

came to life for a few brief moments on this quiet rainy day

A faint glimmer of red and gold

Flashing colors hurrying to unfold

Ears of corn, some yellow, some red

It’s Indian corn, my grandad’s voice said

I remember thinking he was being funny

As He looked My way, a smile appeared as

sweet as honey

I asked, how did you grow these to make them red

I remember asking why are they not Golden instead

Each seed comes from a unique flower

On each cob are separate varieties displaying power

All the flowers are the same color, usually yellows

sometimes white, and less often, red fellows

One type alone can have four colors of flowers on just one cob

five colors of seeds on one ear, including purple no small job

There is this thing called botany, you see

When you grow up, you will learn it the same as me

A beautiful memory of a sunny day in Grandads

Garden shed

A botanical memory grandad put inside this small

girl’s head

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