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I went to
the nursery to buy some plants,
I thought it would really be cool,
To dig in the dirt with both my hands,
And try out my new garden tools.
I staked
out a patch and made up a sign,
I called it “My Garden Of Hope”,
I loosened the soil and tilled the ground,
Then fenced it off with a rope.
I planted
some lilacs, roses and mums,
I wanted my garden to thrive,
I watered each morning and hoped for the best,
But my plants were barely alive.
Not
wanting to quit, admitting defeat,
I planted some tulips and snaps,
I weeded my garden and nourished the soil,
Then stopped for an afternoon nap.
I woke
from a nightmare, soaked in sweat,
I dreamed that my garden had wilted,
My dream had come true; my flowers were dead,
I felt like a lover jilted.
I knew it
was over and I couldn’t win,
I laid down my rake and my hoe,
I took down the sign and hung up another,
Renaming my garden ‘Death
Row’.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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