Monday, April 11, 2011

Wild Flowers
Clippers in hand and leather gloves, a glance up for help from above,
I step in my flower bed ready for war with weeds and leaves and dead plants galore. The roses were the first to attack, shooting thorns in my arms and back. Vines then grabbed me by my hair twisting hard to hold me there. The battle I fought and won, while knowing this war had just begun. Cathy Collar

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