The Gardener's Creed
Whose woods these are, I think I know
You'll find her in her garden, though.
The garden one sees driving by,
Is not the same that meets the eye,
Of she who with a spade and hoe
Is possessed with every plant to try.
The work entailed you cannot know,
In making this little garden grow.
Planted it is with toil and tears,
To produce results she's proud to show.
Planned so well throughout the years,
For bitter cold or sun that sears;
Eliminating every weed
Rejoicing as each flower appears.
Following the faithful gardener's creed,
She plants a prayer with every seed.
Anticipating its every need,
Anticipating its every need.
Inspired by Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
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