pulling weeds
knees kiss the ground
beneath the cedars
scent of life on my fingers
planting seeds row on row
day after day
like a mother in wait,
shoots breaking ground
© Tournesol ‘15/12/01
Poetry ~ Waka
pulling weeds
knees kiss the ground
beneath the cedars
scent of life on my fingers
planting seeds row on row
day after day
like a mother in wait,
shoots breaking ground
© Tournesol ‘15/12/01