Plants and Things
For every drop of rain that falls... they say a flower grows.
Well, at my house I’ll need a lot, with dogs at play, you know.
And all the bulbs I planted last year, became fodder for the squirrels.
They thought they’d found my favorite stash… Well, perhaps they did!
And all those starter plants, the moles did under mine, it’s true…
Oh where, Oh where, did all my flowers go? Into mole holes, they paid their dues.
The rabbits got the munchies on the ones that came up wild.
And the strawberries are forever gone… to every thing beguiled.
And as I watered all my plants the ground became so soft…
And all the moles that LOVE soft dirt… began running back and forth.
I love my little critters, but they think my tomatoes are so great.
I even found an opossum one night, out there really late.
The only ones that are left alone are my gorgeous mums.
But that’s because they never bloom before the frost has won.
Perhaps I watered some too much… as they washed on down the street…
But in my yard, the Trolls do say, my grass is very neat.
Of course I have big shade trees, every where you look…
So the only grass that’s growing, is with my garbage can in its nook.
Now please don’t get discouraged, there will always be next year…
And I have just the trick you know… I’ll be spreading miracle grow, my dear.
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