Ode to a Garden
I sat around all winter
Keeping the woodstove glowing
Burning wood down to the last splinter
But mostly I was waiting for the spring
I had studied catalogs and seeds
And all of the other garden weeds
So when I got started I would have everything
I watched the months go by
Waiting for the snowless sky
I studied seed catalogs every day
I was anxious to get goin’
With my plantin’ and hoein’
And finally get my order to “Burpee” on it’s way.
Now everyone was willin’
So they all got out there tillin’
And sortin’ out the seeds that they would plant
From summer squash to gerkin’
Everyone was out there workin”
There was no such thing to say as “I can’t”
Now it’s one thing to plant seeds
And another to pull weeds.
I wish I had thought of that before!
Now no matter what you do
The weeds get ahead of you
And I can’t hoe anymore
Cause my back is so sore.
Now it’s harvest time to pick ‘em
I fought the weeds but just couldn’t lick ‘em!
I look and wonder, “Where are the veggies at?”
I got a few potatoes and a handful of tomatoes
We won’t starve, but for sure, we won’t get fat!
So next year, I’ll plant the lot
In a little ole’ flower pot
I’ll set it upon my TV
As I just sit watching, day and night
From “My Three Sons” to the “Guiding Light”
No darn weeds are going t o make a fool of me!!