The garden cries out “Help!  Please weed me now.”
A muggy day, but I do as I’m told.
Before starting I see a red dahlia, wow!
The garden cries out “Help! Please weed me now.”
I say “Chill, I’m ready.  Trust my know-how.”
I pull and pull, stop to drink something cold.
The garden cries out “Help! Please weed me now.”
A muggy day, but I do as I’m told.

– Kenneth Pobo