The Poetry Page
Ode to Ragweed
by Rhonda Haavisto

'Tis the sneezin' season
  and to this I say...Ah Choo!
Ambrosia artemisiifolia
  your pollen I eschew!

You spew a quarter billion tons
  of pollen in the air,
While unsuspecting noses
  become 'flowers' unaware.

Oh stinkweed, sneezeweed, blackweed,
  you're a tassled carrotweed.
Why were you called ambrosia?
  you bitter, stinking sneeze!

I've learned about your virtues
  to patch, preserve and heal,
To fill the voids we'd leave behind
  with fire, flood or man-moved earth.

You've healed the earth and Native man,
  produced green dyes, and more!
Oh! Ragweed's not a 'bad' weed,
  unless I go outdoors!  Ah Choo!

Sept. 1998
includes a small offering of original poetry, poesies and quotes, plus links to nature-inspired poetry and quotes.
Herb or 'erb'?
  don't be disturbed
About the way
  to say this word.

Pronounce the H,
  or let it drop;
  it matters not.

These useful plants,
  do so delight,
They'd be amused
  about our plight.

So say it Herb,
  or just say 'erb'
Whatever which-way
  you'd prefer!

-Rhonda Haavisto
Spirit of Gardening
Weed Control

Since the best way of weeding
Is to prevent weeds from seeding
The least procrastination
Of any operation
To prevent the semination
of Noxious vegetation
Is a source of tribulation.
And this, in truth, a fact is
Which gardeners ought to practice
And tillers should remember
From April to December.

Samual Deane
[Quote from New England Farmer, 1797]

This is a special garden,
  filled with wonders to behold.
With flowers wild, and creatures small,
  and angels watching o'er it all.

--Rhonda Haavisto
."...the love of gardening is a seed that once sown never dies, but always grows and grows to an enduring and ever-increasing source of happiness."

 -Gertrude Jekyll
"When I pick or crush in my hand a twig of Bay, or brush against a bush of Rosemary, or tread upon a tuft of Thyme...I feel that here is all that is best and purest and most refined, and nearest to poetry in the range of faculty of the sense of smell."
  -Gertrude Jekyll
by Rhonda Haavisto         

Grass at a distance is greener it seems
  but I'm glad we chose bio-di-ver-sity.

We've violets for fragrance, sweet clover for bees
  our  Lions are dandy and sway in the breeze.

Sweet woodruff for Mai bowls, with strawberry treats
  when Veronica's blue, Ajuga blows sweet.

Charlie creeps in, and the Johnnys-jump-up
  Thyme lays a carpet, and Moss makes a rug.

Herb Robert was here, now he's way over there,
  and mowing the grass seems the least of our cares.

When they all go to seed, we'll give them a trim
  then we'll wait a few weeks and trim them again.

Grass at a distance is greener it seems,
  but I'm still glad we chose bio-di-ver-sity!

June 2002
Goldenrod and ragweed bloom at the same time, which has given goldenrod the undeserved reputation of being an allergen. Goldenrod's only 'crime' is to bloom when ragweed pollen is in the air.
Ask your doctor.
Under the Leaf
a book of garden poetry by J.E. Janssen. 

This book contains 80 pages of garden poetry. Click on the link above to read a sample poem.Sales from this book benefit the National Herb Garden in Washington, D.C.
Being happy is dirt under your fingernails, wearing old clothes, having a good idea get better the longer you work at it, starting a new bed, giving plants away, and listening to rain.  --Geoffrey B. Charlesworth