The weekend is here
And it’s going to be full
With a garden to dig
And weeds to pull
My wife’s buying flowers
To plant, who knows where
Some over here
And more over there
I will borrow a tiller
To till up some rows
In hopes that my plantings
Will grow and grow
And as each day
Draws to a close
With a beer or some wine
In my hand, who knows
I’ll reflect on this time
God gives me on earth
And rejoice in the splendor
Of His beautiful works
How beautifully you have penned
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Thank you!
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What a nice, simple poem. 🙂 Thank you.
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Thank you! Now if the rain will stop…😁🌧
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An unexpected ending, but very fitting!
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Thank you!
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I love how you took a nodmal weekend and wrapped it into God’s plan in the end.
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Thank you! It’s all His plan, right? 😁
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A lovely, seasonal poem… reflecting how most of us are feeling at this time of year…
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Indeed! Thank you for popping in!😊
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Yes!
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