Long Live The Weeds
by Theodore Roethke
Long live the weeds that overwhelm
My narrow vegetable realm! –
The bitter rock, the barren soil
That force the son of man to toil;
All things unholy, marked by curse,
The ugly of the universe.
The rough, the wicked and the wild
That keep the spirit undefiled.
With these I match my little wit
And earn the right to stand or sit,
Hope, look, create, or drink and die:
These shape the creature that is I.
Cathy's real country garden 
May one assume that you have been doing yard work? And running into some weeds? 😊
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That is the wonderful essence of gardening and life!
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The weeds will always win – go with them!
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And they are beautiful
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Good poem, and a wonderful picture. xx
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It was part of poetry week in America. A new one for me but it works on all levels.
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