In my granddaddy's garden

I recall it now
In my granddaddy's garden
O so long ago

I had to go round
As he was ill in his bed
To tidy it up

It didn't need it
Yes the weeds had taken over
But was beautiful

The burdock had come

While his peonies had died

Dwindling away

Insects were whirring

Hummingbirds were darting

Sucking the nectar

All making patterns

Hovering over the plants

Just as they wanted

The garden had changed

Nothing could stem the wild growth

Softening the view

No work was needed

As I laid in the tall grass

That would be my loss

“Are you pulling weeds?”

I heard granddaddy call

I nodded and lied

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