When plants die

A recent poem by Chumfo asked
“Where do plants go when they die?

I’m not sure what to answer
But this is my reply:

Plants go where old dogs go
Where fields of greenery lie

Plants wake up in enchanted mist
that’s where they go when they die

Where there’s ol dogs and children
And lot’s of fertilizer… to boot

fresh spring rains…Deep dark loam
And potting soil to take root

Where there’s no Jolly Green Giant
No blight and no aphids too

Just the sun… the rain…the bird’s refrain
And a lot of good cow poo

poem by David Whalen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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