they were growing so big so strong then disaster struck a crack in the foundation meant everything had to be removed we worked hard to transplant to save them crowded together in bins then the work began digging and throwing and small mechanical shoveling the noise was atrocious for a couple of days even under the stairs then more work and more noise drilling filling until crack in the walls seemed right then the wait and the stench until all was dry and the work of refilling began dirt rocks stones and clay-like earth was poured thrown back in helter-skelter upside down how sad and tragic they looked when transplanted back we marked their place with tags and vowed to replace the ugly clay that was now their home snows and colds and freezes of winter came and went the muddy clay looked worse had not even settled lower from the high ugly mound that it was we let them stay where they were hoping for the best and they gave it greens reds oranges lavender whites pinks stood the test of what they had lived we waited for the cold to return then strongthey were again placed back into bins to wait while the ugliness of clay and rock was removed and replaced with dark black moist nutrient of soil a plan was made a little map and everyone was put right back in different ways divided up labeled ruthless we were to propagate and to wait again for the colds and snows and freezes to come and they came with another wait until finally spring arrived again what would we see did they make it through slowly green was seen but bald in some places even with their marker in their designated spaces now one in particular has our attention for when divided up it was uncertain if one of the three though we nurtured and cared for all was truly a glorious poppy or a dandelion gone rogue moot point for there it will remain nurtured until the truth be known.
Penelope Olive Prompt for today: poem with epic simile spends lines heroically
and dramatically describing something that turns out to be quite prosaic.
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