The raining stopped this morning
I grabbed my boots and spade
I had to get things planted
The trees for which we paid
Some creeping phlox, four chestnuts
Two walnuts and an oak
I tried to plant some crown vetch
Before I would get soaked
The crown vetch didn’t happen
My son let out a cry
I took him in to feed him
Looking up into the sky
The clouds were rolling in
The sky looked dark and bleak
I sighed, I knew, I grumbled
I’d be planting more next week
Creeping Phlox
a pinch of homestead 