Overgrown Weeds
Spring is here as well as the weeds,
they are growing profusely all over,
thinking about weeding the front garden,
it means bending down and yanking,
as they scream and are chanting.
Determination is my mood as I pull,
each time I approach them they cringe,
not wanting to be the next victim,
clearing one spot I discover more,
making this project quite a chore.
Some have pretty flowers as a subterfuge,
a deceit so they will last all summer long,
stubborn roots are buried and embedded,
requiring a trowel to dig into their obstinance,
a way to kill overgrown weeds on continuance.
Copyright © Sonia Walker | Year Posted 2020
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