The Road Around My House
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Mark Heathcote
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The road around my house is a flower garden
Of brick and tarmac and a thousand different
Ways to go wrong. It isn't any holiday home;
You've got to weed your way through every day
Knowing more obstacles will be put in the way.
Yes, we would love to live in a paradise garden
But first, we-must-till-the-soil and control the weeds
And understand the advantages and disadvantages
Of doing good groundwork first. We must cultivate
Each -plot of earth we're given if seeds are to grow.
It doesn't take an expert to chit-a-seed-potato,
Give it warmth and light and-see-how-you-go
The road around my house is a flower garden
Of brick and tarmac and a thousand different
Ways to go wrong, but if you've double-dug.
And fertilized, you should have a harvest crop
Something to be proud of that won't just decay,
Rot the very next day. To create a paradise garden
A garden of self-sufficiency today is nearly impossible
But don't let this smear your lens and never look back.
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