Saturday Clean-up

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.