The Garden

September 20, 2012
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The dog’s tail swished along the ground
And he firmly fixed his sight forward
As I tried to crush and push the ancient dirt,
Preparing to plant.
The breeze flirted with the trees,
Making their leaves swish in delight
But there was not a single cloud in sight.
I cried out in my mind,
But only found time to sigh
For all that was heard
Was a clink of a shovel
Against the dry, unforgiving dirt.





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