This is the place we’ve all been waiting for…
Come Play in my Garden
There are no feminists in my garden,
No jihadists, no special op’s.
No raging daffodils
No pesticides on crops
No flinging of mutated seeds
No protests or Farm Aid
No evil deeds
No gay parade
No civil rights leaders shot
No marching armies, no pounding beats
No pointed missiles
No one hides beneath white sheets
No smoking guns, no half crazed minds
Only rich black soil which binds
Us in this garden where we grow,
Rest, or hoe, or play.
The snake’s been sent away.