Where the Crabgrass Grows

Richard Doiron,
Writer & Poet


i.gif (173 bytes)n my garden plot where the sun beat hot
And the rain came down a blessing

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(Photo: internet site)

At the very best
I was put to test
With the future left to guessing

But between the rows
Where the crabgrass grows

That will set my lot to swearing
I was put in awe at the seeming law
That the weather had no bearing

O’er the weeds that grew like a countercoup
Not a ray of sun was plying

Nor a drop of rain
That will stir the plain
While my garden plot was dying