By country roads they’re spraying herbicide
Let’s chop and mow and raise our ‘No Spray’ signs
Let’s say no to poison — send those trucks away.
Now is the time to plant new seed
not to cull in the name of noxious weeds
Roadside trims are still enough.
A gardener’s work is never done
We toil from dawn to setting sun.
Only when hungry bugs bite and prowl
do we surrender, throw down our trowels.
I was working outside all day, both in the vegetable garden and in the yard mowing and putting up NO SPRAY signs, leaving little time to write. I thought I would write a haiku but ended up with this.