Part One- Me; The Novice
So carefully tilled, and so carefully sown,
why oh then, are these weeds, all that I have grown?
The weeds all flourish so abundant and green.
Why though I ask, is there no fruit to be seen?
Carefully watered; the wind was so drying—
I promise, on this garden, I am trying.
Wildflowers, and thistles, and thorns grow galore…
the nightshade, and stickers, the goatheads, and more…
With the wind, with the dust, with the dry-hot drought;
this garden of mine has been wearing me out!
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