Garden Weeds Poem by Randy McClave

Beautiful flowers I wanted to grow
So in my garden I planted some seeds
Into the earth with my love I also did sow
But sadly they all came up, weeds,
They grew and then they spread out everywhere
Their vines they went out of control
Neighbors then gawked as they did stare
As they climbed my fence, and then the electric pole,
I did my best to control their growth
But my neighbors they all still complained
So I sheared and I hoed, I did both
But then came a thunderstorm, and it rained,
It rained and rained all day and then all night
Then in the morning the rain it had finished
My garden now was a beautiful wonderful sight
My hate for the weeds in my garden, had diminished,
The vines they were now all covered with blooms
They had waited to be born and to create a flower
Now they’re nature’s own personal perfumes
All they needed was patience, and the help of a shower,
Neighbors then came and they were awed by the beauty
From the vines that they earlier wanted to destroy
I was told that my yards appeal is the communities duty
And now the allure of my garden, we all could enjoy,
I wonder when GOD had created our earth
If he ever complained to Adam about the weeds
Or was GOD jubilant about life and any birth
That came forth from love and the planting of seeds.

Randy L. McClave