Thursday, May 28, 2009

Seed and Season

This is my land, baron and parceled.
It has been borrowed with hope.

This is my hoe.
This is my rake.

Where is my shovel?
Well, it broke.


Thomma Lyn said...

*grin*, love this poem and your sense of humor. And yes, hope -- a garden is a thing made of hope.

Paula said...

Oh that poor garden soil. But it is much better now and next year it will great!
I just love your poems and insight.