Confucius Had a Garden
Confucius had a garden that was the envy of the land.
His poppies were the bomb and his bud a medicinal strand.
The government would come knocking looking for his secret seeds.
But all they could ever find were just common garden weeds.
Confucius had a plan that would spread joy across the sea.
He would bag these little critters and ship them off to you and me.
For those brave enough to plant and not raise such a fuss.
They would acquire the knowledge and wisdom of the famous Confucius.
When I got my sack of seeds, I began a garden right away.
I gave them water and love and never put them on display.
They grew up big and strong this special garden made me smart.
My life would never be the same and it would never fall apart.
I’m thankful for my seeds and how this world now looks.
Confucius had a garden, but it’s not in any books.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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