Six AM
Saturday Morning
Weeds have infested
My front yard
I put on gloves
long-sleeved T-shirt
I pull and dig
To take them out
I want it back
my fair oasis
It will take time
I will be hard
Crowd out the weeds
with fern and flower
don’t give bad seeds
room to spread and sprout
You guessed it. Today’s poem is a variation on a theme. Check out Noxious Weeds.
All writing, unless otherwise noted, is written and owned by Kevin L. McDaniel © 2021
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