The Pretty Weed
My grandpa was a farmer, we helped out with the garden a lot,
My job was to shell the peas, and pull out all the weedy spots,
I remember our talks in the garden, he taught me all his gardening ways,
He showed me the difference between vegetables and weeds, and what to pull out each day,
One day, there was this pretty flower growing in between the vegetables,
I said "Look gramps, now you have flowers growing," He said, "Nooo, that's just a weed that's undetectable,
To you it may look very pretty, but trust me it's a weed,
The root will choke my vegetable plants, and then we'll have nothing left to eat,
So I did what my gramps told me to do, and yanked it out of the ground,
He pat me on the back, and said "Good Girl!" Now let's get goin' and plow!
Copyright © Cortney Bartholomew | Year Posted 2015
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