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Agave Americana

 

The years since it was planted

Now total forty-five

More used to grow in Mexico

Yet here it does survive

Within a Clevedon garden

It rose up in a tower

As passersby with bated breath

Expected it to flower

Agave Americana

Or century plant it's known

Yet would it last as long as that

From when it first was grown

And there was one big query

Amid anticipation

Did we have the sort of bats

To aid its pollination?

The days turned into weeks then months

Before there was a sign

That flowers might be imminent

All part of God's design

Atop what was a green pole

A gradual change appeared

On either side emerging

What looked like round-topped spears

It may not be a beauty

It has such funny ways

But still this cactus has the power

To one and all amaze.

And then a floral fanfare

Displayed in all its glory

Streching up into the sky

Finale to the story

They say this wonder will die back

But what a way to go

After wowing all around

With such a stunning show.

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