Spring has come
with it's longer days
and shorter nights.
The grass grows,
it needs mowing,
The garden needs tending.
But in this dirt
where the weeds seem to dominate,
we must struggle each day.
And in this soil
we will plant,
for this is our garden.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you for posting this poem Carl enjoyed Alan
Thanks for the comment and you are most welcome.