- You’ve been a gardener long.
- Oh yes. More than two score
Years, and I’m positive
That our God does give
Scope for tries to grow
The plants that can’t be grown
Easily, and tries to beat
The weeds that can hardly be
Beaten.
_________- Last June you won a prize
For that flower-bed. That’s nice!
- Hem… the weeds that grew there
Beat me.
__________- I dare swear
The prize was won by these weeds!
- I couldn’t win.
______________- But you did!
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I would like to translate this poem
Hello Konstantin, Excellent ending, you were here so remarkable ...10... Tsira