My Brown Garden (Dirt Farmer)

I have a garden I now raise dirt, grows all year no longer hurts Harvest time is everyday unless it rains, I stay away On occasion the weeds I pluck so my dirt more water can suck My dirt is strong it never dies looks hearty to me but not to all eyes It loves the sun the heat and rain no longer is it my earthly bane! I have a neighbor I adore-a oh so sweet tis Ms. Lora Hopin' she'll bring her bag of seeds perhaps we'll sit n smoke some weed, plant them well real jolly be Wait and see what happens come Spring!