Come, Look at My Garden - a Poem

Down the sidewalk
Past the crab apple tree,
When the sun warms the soil
That's where I'll be.

The black dirt is tilled
Ready for those rows.
Onions, radishes, peas and beans
Seeds in hand, I'll begin to sow.

Then I'll take my little digger
And put some holes in the ground,
Plant the peppers, cabbage, tomatoes
For tasty salads from those mounds.

Maybe an edging of marigolds
Bright colors - orange and yellow,
Add a bird bath and a flag
Here comes our pretty fellows.

They'll be all around
For worms, bugs and snacks,
We'll hear their various songs
From above - we hear honks and quacks.

Then during my break
Relaxing on my deck,
I see some weeds coming
Oh darn it - oh heck!