Nature At Work
In spring I worked so very hard
to make a garden of my yard
I planted seedlings but alas
a hoard of pests arrived en masse
From all the pests a plant can host
I think I hate the greenfly most
I wash him off with soapy suds
and still the blighter chews my buds
And then there is our friend the snail
who leaves behind a silver trail
to show the world where ere he be
but not a seedling left to see
Then yesterday as I peruse
behind a dust bin out of use
a nest of ants had made their home
and how these fellows love to roam
Inclining on my spade I thought
how all my work had come to naught
should I just slab the whole damn thing
but then...I’d miss the dawn of spring
Margaret Foster 30th September 2011
Copyright © Margaret Foster | Year Posted 2011
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