My Garden
I tend my garden all the while,
Cutting grass and pulling weeds,
Though tiring work, it makes me smile,
Attending vegetables needs.
While it is clears my muddy head
To be out in the morning sun
Other loafers stay in bed
and sadly miss out all the fun.
Though mild work does my garden take,
It pays it back and so much more.
A ten yard kingdom, yours to make,
Whatever whims you have in store.