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My Garden Slumbers

Christine Blanksvard
  

Ergonica Weed Poetry Winner for July, 2001

My garden slumbers in the winter, peaceful, quiet, weedfree.
It's tranquil in this setting, no weeds to be seen.
But comes the spring with its warmth and flowers delight
then the weeds poke out their ugly head, what a nightmarish site.

I pull, I scream, they reappear. 
My husband says "Didn't we just do this last year, dear? " 
My endless battle, it seems, I'm doomed not to win. 
Is shooting your weeds considered a sin?