Mary's Garden

by Becky Blanton


Mary, Mary quite contrary, I see your
garden growing. I thought it would end
when you were dead, But the madness is
still spreading.

With bombs, chambers, and shotgun
shells Cement sprouts from the ground.
And civilians are caught gardening, From
places all around.

Red rain pours down from all types of faiths,
And from machines of all kinds. The people
are still suffering. Time has changed no

Artist Information:

Author: Becky Blanton

Hometown: Comanche

Major: English with emphasis in creative writing

Year: Junior