Heavy heaves and hoe and rows
And rows of planting needs to be done
While the soil is rich and royal
A rake and shovel then a spade and
Know a one man huddle
Rakes and groves tulips the rose
Does know as it seemingly poses
As all roses with a striking
Petal salute onlooker's
Wonderment grew acute
Planting with prose then propose
A tiny tidy garden pruned and
Plucked and nipped and tucked.
Stately gardens do not ever
Pardon the exquisiteness of it all
The irreplaceable floral essence
The gall of such a presence
Persistent existence
And still there are gardening
Needs and needs must be adhered to
The gardening needs to be done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem