dotted with sparse areas of roses and the seeping water on its roots surrounded by evenly cut grass does the gardener come hunched down
the weeds are coming up like a spartan army ready to sink its deadly spears onto the rose, to drain it of its life source does the gardener act as a defending army against the hordes of weeds.
the sunlight makes the battle hard for the old man struggles with the war the weeds always catch up onto the old mans agenda
the swirling of the soil as he uproots them and wiping his forehead does he sigh the fustration is showing and his anger is might for the roses that stand tall and smell of heavenly perfume stand defenceless without the protection of the old warrior
time has passed on the garden the old warrier has lost the weeds came back to reclaim the patch of ground which now is a shadow of its mere past
Could almost hear the clinking of swords and their glint in the sun. thanks
Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaJun 17, 2011
Scarewolve...in my opinion you are one of the most underestimated poets on here. I think your poems are so good and this one is no exception. Keep it up mate.
RedexNorthumberland, England UKJun 17, 2011
wonderful a purely wonderful poem. glad to still see some of your gems posted scarwolve
scarwolveOPscarwolfs den, Carlow IrelandJul 12, 2011
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their glint in the sun. thanks
glad to still see some of your gems posted scarwolve