Weeds (Barbara Rosen)
- Editor: John Hetland (submitted 2020-01-04). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 718 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
Description: A meditation on weeding a garden
Oh, you can mow, woe, woe, woe, mow!
Whack them! Hack them! Lop them! Chop them! Cut them!
Cut them off at the base,
They'll only grow back stronger!
Oh, if you ever really want to get rid of a weed,
You have to pull it, pull it, pull it out by the root.
Oh, I'm a weed! I grow, grow, grow!
In the rejected, nelected and disrespected places.
I spread greenery, fruit and flowers, peace, peace.
But the powers that be determined to eliminate me.
They told me I'd been ter-ter-ter-terminated
and thought that I'd been expugared,
but they didn't pull me out by the root
and I came back stronger, I only came back stronger!
Oh, I have friends I didn't even know I had!
It makes me feel so very glad!
And I rose up singing!