Thursday, January 4, 2018

The Gardener

The hay dances in the breeze
The Ground is rough
Hurting my knees
As I plant another garden in the ground

The sun is hot
It makes me sweat
The flies are annoying
I haven’t swatted one yet
I plant these seeds
All in a row
Plant them well

Hope they grow

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