“Just keep it hoed and keep it mowed,”
A gardener said to me
And, thus, conveyed the gardener’s code
As clearly as can be.

And I’ve observed that to this day,
And, starting in the dawn,
I keep the tangled weeds at bay
And cut the silky lawn.

It isn’t that I’m Nature’s foe
And want to do her down;
It’s just the only way I know
When living in the town.

Yet, when I’m walking in the wilds,
My wonderment is like a child’s.

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

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