WEEKEND…a poem

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