I have no tiller but that's ok
i'll trowel the ground the olden way
With shovel in hand
a plant to grow
a frog in my lap
and a seed to sow
A thunderstorm in the distance
cool wind at my back
NOW is the time to execute this task
Sitting here with my seedlings assigning deeds
dig and pull
throw rocks and weeds
To garden
to a gardener is not really a task
It's more like a passion
It's more like play
It's living in the moment
delving in the day... My grandpas name was Bud
he died in the garden doing what he loved. I wrote this and then named the poem after him. I know he was whispering to me. #PheonixDawn #inspiredbyhim #luvtowrite
i'll trowel the ground the olden way
With shovel in hand
a plant to grow
a frog in my lap
and a seed to sow
A thunderstorm in the distance
cool wind at my back
NOW is the time to execute this task
Sitting here with my seedlings assigning deeds
dig and pull
throw rocks and weeds
To garden
to a gardener is not really a task
It's more like a passion
It's more like play
It's living in the moment
delving in the day... My grandpas name was Bud
he died in the garden doing what he loved. I wrote this and then named the poem after him. I know he was whispering to me. #PheonixDawn #inspiredbyhim #luvtowrite
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