"A Garden Poem"
by Katherine Craddock
Oh! How I long for heaven!
Deep breaths of holly blossoms
And crushed mint under bare toes.
Children laughing, chasing butterflies down
Ordered gravel pathways among quiet waving ferns.
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But today, I do battle against the weeds.
The thorns and vines and thistles and mud choke
Disordered bouquets with tears and chaos,
Stains and prickles smothered by the stench of
Wet, damp decay.
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Oh, how I long for heaven.
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