so true...


The Great War in Springtime's Garden

My springtime garden's full of weeds
from last season's ill-spent seeds.

When small, if I had pulled them up
their lives would end, aye, so abrupt!

Tiny weeds creep in with stealth...
soldiers gather garden's wealth!

Overnight they flourish brightly,
gain recruits and legions nightly.

Disguises are their mighty tower.
Barbs are hidden 'neath each flower.

Left alone these garden devils
sing victory songs in darktime revels...

Then wickedness does all bear sway.
My garden is quite done away.

Not so! I hear their battle cry
but it is they, not I, shall die!

I savage them and hear them yell
as all their captains go to Hell.

And yet I know they will be back...
next springtime, aye, in full attack!





Poetry by Lavender
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Written on 2007-04-07 at 01:37

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Rob Graber
Only this year's battle is winnable, not the war. No "wait for next year!" when it comes to weeds...
2007-04-07


Individuality
ah i do not have a garden so do not suffer weeds, though i would say here beauty is in the eye of the beholder, life is life :) i am starting a picket outside your garden, save the weeds :)
2007-04-07