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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!
YOU!
......................*sigh
© February 13, 2008
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Category: Poetry
2 comments
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?
Other entries in Poetry
Thursday, April 10th 2008: The Winds
Sunday, February 24th 2008: Perfect
Thursday, February 7th 2008: Poem: Penance of Winter
Tuesday, January 1st 2008: Rose Calico Skies
Friday, December 14th 2007: The Frozen Woods
Thursday, December 6th 2007: Just In Case
Saturday, August 25th 2007: Apparently
Friday, August 17th 2007: Sing to the Earth
Saturday, August 11th 2007: Beneath the Towering Spires
Wednesday, August 8th 2007: A Prayer for the Earth
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