By Marilyn Jones, Schoolcraft’s Poet Laureate
Friends gave me an amaryllis bulb
With a pot, directions and soil.
I’ve planted it with loving care
(They didn’t know how many plants
I’ve managed to spoil).
My green thumb never got the message.
I love flowers, but don’t do something right,
Each time I have high hopes for them
Maybe this one will be a beautiful sight.
It’s scheduled to bloom the end of January.
Perfect timing . . . when the world is gloomy and gray,
If I get a gorgeous red blossom, I’ll dance a jig
And you’ll hear me shout . . . “What a great day!”