Tend your garden
Weed the rows
Deadhead the roses
Scare off the crows
Rake the leaves
And employ the hoe
Mistress Mary
Your garden grows.
A trellis tall,
Vines wound ’round
Holds court o’er all
These fertile grounds
Beans and corn
Iris and mums
My pleasure found
In nature’s crumbs.
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That’s a nice poem. I really like the rhythm too. It sounds busy, like someone is rushing around doing things in the garden! 😀
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A lovely poem and instructional! I shall get to it now you have jogged the gardening memory. 😇
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Our garden is such a mess. I’m hoping to get something done about it this weekend.
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It will be theraputic I need to also get stuck in, prepare for Winter ensures a brighter spring… so I’m told.
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Ohh I like this one, going to shoot in a garden today
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Oh good!!!
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Great job!
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