THE FOREST GREEN: My Garden Waits    
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Wednesday, February 13th 2008, by Marissa A Spencer

on a funnier note...

My Garden Waits for Me

by Marissa A Spencer

My garden waits for me to come to her
An almost silent humming tickles my feet
Resting this long, cold, winter, she wakes
Underground the waiting is over

The wriggling, creeping, crawling things
Are once again aware, stretching and hungry!
Once again the conflict arises between us
How much for you, how much for me?

Can we arrive at some agreement, dears?
You can eat over there and I will hide
the fruits of my labors over here
Maybe you won't notice at harvest time

I will be gentle to the earth, and to you
Hopefully, you will love the weeds more?
Surely, we shall play hide and seek
And come to an standoff as usual

Me with my soapy sprays held high
And you with your tails and wings
Laughing at me as you scurry away
Come back here you!



© February 13, 2008




29 Feb 2008 @ 06:32 by vaxen : Whoa!
OK! OK! Coming...  

29 Feb 2008 @ 08:38 by skookum : where IS
my swatter when i need it?  

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