Weed and Feed
On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney
Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse
Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits
Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot
She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds
I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist
See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon
You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate
The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries
As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride
For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within
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