My Garden

Its gone and done it once again
Its caught me unawares
It was fine some weeks ago
When I was without cares

It didn’t do a lot you know
For as long as I can think
It never made a single sound
But now I’m near the brink

No warning or a whisper was given
Before it all started to grow
I went to bed one evening
That must be when it started to show

The garden that once seemed so barren
Is now full of little but weeds
From nothing to jungle in seconds
Such stubborn and yet fertile breeds

And so I have now to give battle
And fight my way through to the end
The scars may stay with me for ever
But its my back that refuses to bend

You’d think that I would learn to be ready
And prepared for each springs new blooming
When every year it comes around
Still I never see it looming

I wish we had a gardener
Who knew what just to do
Then I’d enjoy the flowers
And then perhaps the view

Until that happy time has come
I’ll wrestle with the green
And every year when spring comes round
I’ll swear and curse and steam

My Garden

BurtleBard

Burtle, United Kingdom

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