Garden Time

As I sit on this couch,

I am restless, I beg pardon

Doing nothing makes a grouch,

Perhaps I’ll garden.

Turn up the soil and smooth it,

These two hands I use,

I got drive will use it,

Radish as my muse.

The garden will be guarded 

By good ole Watchman Wayne,

Today I will get started,

And plant some kale again.

Watchman Wayne

Benjamin. 

Author: The Storyteller

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