WeedsIts appetite voraciousEating up all available spaceExtending its empireThrough rock and soilPushing lesser greenery asideA bully weedIts bite the perfect foilFor bare-hand pluckersStinging Nettle.My arms still tingle at the nameYetNature’s surpriseA momentary cureA brief respiteFor knee’s arthritic pain.Rick Stepp-Bolling
WeedsChoking off the harvestPinching as low as youcan goOr you will let that stubborn one grow againAnd try to pull the nextone of those pesky weeds
In spite of my effortsTo pull you up by the rootThere is a part of me that is relieved when I see you spring backNature endures andGreen is green.
tiny yellow flowersscattered across myunmown lawn
A seed was planted seventy-four years ago. The little white house of horrors, in Queens. Now, there is a big Whitehouse of horrors, with the king of Queens. Nobody could have seen this coming, except the writer's of an animated satirical tv series.I also love South Park .