Putting my Garden to Bed a Poem

 

 
 
 

My garden is sleepy so I've put it to bed.

The squash has been gathered, the pole beans are dead.

The tomatoes are gone, the sweet peppers are too

I've put down the mulch nothing's left there to do

So goodbye dear garden, I'll think of you often

Your beauty and bounty will not be forgotten

I'll see you in spring when all things are new.

So rest my dear garden under a blanket of...

Fresh camel poo!

 

 

 

I get no respect!