Weeds, oh weeds,
You miserable weeds
That my garden never needs.
And I’m too old to do much weeding
So the weeds are always seeding.
The God who loves all His/Her plants is grateful to you that they remain unmolested stopmowing.blogspot.com
your weeds are the weeds of heaven........fred. nice write anyway.
Weeds grow also in your brain That is if you don't try hard to keep it clean (rhymes if you try) For amidst the open spaces There's fertile soil in many places. And as has been explained by those who know 'A weed is simply a good plant looking for a place to grow.' So tend the weeds and perhaps they'll Grow into something still That rewards you for the effort taken (Even if I'm mistaken) . And when they flower perhaps you'll see What it was that Nature (or God, if you prefer) intended to be. s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. I really like your style, Fred. It's... readable, but you always find a secret message in it. And they have humor, in a sense!