Be it sun or rain upon your head
While you push a hoe through a garden bed
Be it for one hour or one month
Breathing deeply, sweating gently
Keeping flowers, trees and shrubs
Pulling all the rest despite
The optimism of their youth
Cutting some with hoe
Curling finger to remove others by the root
And in the patient wait
For lunch or end of day
Another garden becomes beautiful
Another bird is given a worm
A few more quid in the pay packet
Another day well spent
At peace with the world
