A garden witch
knows when to weed,
when to deadhead.
Lets some things reseed.
Pulls quackgrass,
curly dock, carpet weed,
crab grass. Makes wishes
on dandelion seed.
Digs plantain, mallow
and white clover.
Smartweed
must move over!
Allows foxglove,
peony, columbine,
spearmint, tarragon,
sage and thyme.
Trims roses;
edges the grass;
waters sunflowers;
sips sun tea at last.
Copyright 2017 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This is a little summer ditty, inspired by a morning weeding in my garden. In the last two verses, I moved to slant rhyme, rather than perfect rhyme. It seemed right, like getting dirt under the fingernails. Have a magical day!
A most beautiful poem, dear Brenda… I second Charlotte´s words above… Love it! ❤
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**Should have written BELOW, given how the comments are ordered here, newest on top*** 😉
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Thanks, Aquileana.
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It would make a lovely folk song
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Thanks!
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Great poetry Brenda as always … So true that creation knows when to shed its leaves and when to reseed … My brother is an ardent follower of nature and plants for himself as well as leaving something for nature to consume … Working with not against creation … It only changes 😒 to say when people interfere with seasons … ⭐️😊👍
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Thanks, Ian. Great insights.
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A fun poem!
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Thanks!
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Love it! The unusual words have overtones of Norman Nicholson’s poem about weeds!
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I’ve never read it, but I’m always happy to find a new poem. I looked it up, and I couldn’t find the poem, but I found this quote: “Weeds don’t need planting in well-drained soil; they don’t ask for fertilizer or bits of rag to scare away the birds. They come without invitation; and they don’t take the hint when you want them to go. Weeds are nobody’s guests: More like squatters.”
– Norman Nicholson
Was that from it? Thanks for the comment, Brenda
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Your poetry is always such a breath of fresh air. Happy Monday!
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Thank you!
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Thanks to you for always making me smile!
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Likewise!
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Love this, I need a garden which!! 💜💜
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LOL Don’t we all?
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It seems that your weeding was very profitable for the garden, and for your poetry. 🙂
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The garden looks better than it has in years. 🙂
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Sound principles I am learning from The Head Gardener
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Returning to my roots, of magic and nature. 🙂
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Yeah; that kind of dirt under the nails can be really satisfying!
Loved your little summer ditty… 🙂
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Thanks!
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Brenda – this so talented and fascinating….wow
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Thanks, Mihran!
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LOVE this bright light in my week, Brenda.
And also am tickled how you dig in the garden of words.
I always learn here – quackgrass! Appreciations.
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Thanks, Jan. I’ve had fun learning that every weed isn’t called crab grass. 🙂
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i love playing in the dirt and tending to all things in the garden and i love your poem –
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Thank you!
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Excellent scene! 😎😎😎
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Thanks!
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How lovely.
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Thanks, Gigi. I like learning the names of things.
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You make summer even better, Brenda?
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Thanks, Hook. I love the names of weeds. Weird, I know.
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Fun read and you have been busy gardening😃👍
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We have been busy. Always more to do. 🙂
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Nice rhythm and rhyme in your poem
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Thanks!
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Welcome
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