Tending Garden
The wind hollows through the old gate
Screams of the rusty hinges pierce the air
Back and forth the gate swings open
The garden is no longer secured
The ground untilled the last harvest uncollected
But the sun is still willing to grow more
Animals steer clear of this once ripe land
Even the insects look here no more
Old footprints barely visible almost eroded and gone
But the soil is rich and has much to offer
Far off in the distance birds are heard calling
There is still hope left in the air
The rain comes to water to see if work has returned
It falls not for aid only mourning this time
Seeds in their package yearn to grow mighty
To nourish the living and become alive
Hands are sore and backs are stiff
Its been a long cold and hard winter
Deep down the farmer is alive
The heart to feels wear and it too needs nourishment
Wide eyes and open hands of the little smiles need taught
How to till, sew, water and love
And nourish all with its bounty on sunny days to come
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