Tall and skinny like a spear
with lots of perpendicular flowers a-blooming
Jack and the beanstalk to an ant
up and up they grow toward the clear blue sky
Tower above all other flowers, even the giant sunflower,
bloom and bloom some more, late in summer it begins
blooms a-climbing as it grows, how tall will it grow?
will an ant reach the top?
Holly hocks, dear holly hocks oh so tall,
beauty you bring to any yard.
Around the barn, even the sty
oh the glory of your blooms, oh the variegated colors.
Dresses for a little girl’s ballerina,
antennae for a boy’s satellites
oh how they are used in play,
still the beauty they pervade
Plant a seed give it some water
perennials they are along with the beauty.
Stop and look, reminisce and if you are lucky
lots of smiles you will get.
Hardy Garden's Hollyhocks
Living in a town of colors, I
Moved from one house to another,
Gold, green, white and yellow,
Adobe, bricks or other.
Sunday we would pile into the Chevvy,
Have a Seven Up as an afternoon treat,
Daddy went in for coffee,
Mama and I drank, baby sister asleep.
Mama liked to fix up a house,
And move on to the next poor one,
In another life she’d probably have been
A traveling salesman’s woman.
Fourteen pretty colored houses
Had one thing each in common,
Hollyhocks were the clinging backdrop
Climbing the walls toward the sun.
Red against green or blue or gold,
Their colors alive, beautiful and bold,
Zinnias in front, then little tiny thrift,
Hollyhock mamas watching garden’s all.
In one yard, the back was full of castor bean trees and sunflowers. We often had sunflowers out back. Good thing mother didn't try to make castor oil. She could have, you know. She could make just about anything.
Holly hocks, I have not.
Dandelions, an awful lot.
No matter how many the seeds
If I plant them they turn into weeds.
I guess that I am not a farmer.
Nor am I a snake charmer.
But if I had cobras in my grass....
They'd look like dandelions, you bet your azz!
Marilyn Terwilleger (email@example.com)
In the golden glories of dawn
stands the red hollyhocks,
with leaping sun and glancing rain
the tender petals bloom.
Their bright beauty enchants the morn
while splendid gardens gleam.
They wave in slightest breath of wind
but stand erect in gloom.
He planted hollyhocks seeds in spring,
to make you smile, he said.
Now every time they bloom again
I love him even more.
HOLLYHOCKS ARE DOLLS NOT YET MADE
THE FLOWER IS THE SKIRT
THE BLOOM IS THE HEAD AND HAIR
WE WERE TAUGHT AS CHILDREN TO MAKE
THESE DOLLS AND FLOAT THEM IN THE RAIN BARRELS
By Lilly (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Good morning to my lovely hollyhocks
How beautiful you look in my back yard
Had planted seeds in the flower bed
You never disappoint me every Spring
tall and sturdy stalks come upright
Bring me a boquet of colorful flowers
Gives me a happy face and makes me smile
To enjoy super wonderful days