Her days were filled with gardens of delight
more flowers bloomed against a field of green
if only the deer would not come in at night
there would be more to pluck or to be seen
but these animals some slugs and even blight
make their way into her beds and in-between
on pathways laid out narrow and some wide
she labors the days away to stem the tide
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You described well the frustration of the gardener with the deer, slugs and blight against her desire for a beautiful garden.
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I lost the battle of the rose garden!
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The only advantage of drought is the lessening of slugs. The rhythm is perfect in this piece.
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That and a really cold winter.
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A gardener’s lament, for sure. I loved the rhythm!
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A war epic in the making! Sound the call, array the troops! That’s what gardening’s all about. Fun poem to read… and re-read.
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I forgot to mention weeds and their endless battle.
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100 years war.
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