*Detail: Woman Planting* Van Gogh
Tilling
Eight
Months
A
Year,
I flutter
And
Fawn
Over
My
Stubborn
Lawn.
I water,
Weed,
Fertilize,
Aerate
And
Seed,
Give
It
All
I’m
Told
It
Will
Need,
But
Whatever
I sow,
The
Stuff
Simply
Will
Not
Grow
High
Enough
To
Mow.
Some
Tough
Desert
Breed
Planted
Folly,
And
A
Wicked
Blight
Came
To
Pass
Called
Buffalo
Grass.
In
The
Night,
His
Vengeful
Spirit
Haunts
The
Town,
And
Turns
All
My
Efforts
Brown.
Eight
Months
A
Year,
I flutter
And
Fawn
Over
My
Stubborn
Lawn.
I water,
Weed,
Fertilize,
Aerate
And
Seed,
Give
It
All
I’m
Told
It
Will
Need,
But
Whatever
I sow,
The
Stuff
Simply
Will
Not
Grow
High
Enough
To
Mow.
Some
Tough
Desert
Breed
Planted
Folly,
And
A
Wicked
Blight
Came
To
Pass
Called
Buffalo
Grass.
In
The
Night,
His
Vengeful
Spirit
Haunts
The
Town,
And
Turns
All
My
Efforts
Brown.
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