A Pile of Weeds

I look around my garden
and everywhere I spy,
a pile of weeds.

I gaze around my homestead
and suddenly I see,
so many needs.

My veggie patch needs tending,
my roses overgrown,
the vines grow tall.

My vineyard weeds exploded.
The mint attacks the grapes.
I see it all.

And then I hear a giggle,
I walk around the back…
and what a sight!

Two boys are in my garden.
They play a made up game.
Their eyes so bright.

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