Gardening Poem

Brown leaves in my garden I have to rake
Peonies coming, remember to stake
Put down the mulch, trim the rose bush
Glee at the sight of buds starting to push

Oh yeah, it’s those buds – they’re my spring gift
wrapped in green leaves that make my heart lift
and crowds out the thought – the one little thing
that comes to my mind each year in the Spring
right as the plants start to reach for the sun:
Oy! my poor back – why is this fun?

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