Sanctuary Mulch Poem by Pleasant Dabbs

A man with a green thumb
Prepared his garden in the spring
After a winter that was hard and cold;
What would this summer bring?
His rich palatial garden
Had always lured the neighbors passing
This year would be much better,
The lush and verdure were surpassing…
Any garden he had worked before…
This year he had invested
More time and legal tender…
His reputation was being tested

He'd done the planting and the pruning
But at the end he was the wiser
He'd not yet done the weeding
And his plot lacked fertilizer
A friend, a Japanese man
Had a garden overflowing
With budding bushes, plants and trees-
His garden was always glowing
The first's garden was enormous
So he asked his friend's assistance
To prepare the ground and water, spade,
And feed at his insistence

An old sanctuary down the road
Had extra mulch and fertilizer
The man said to his assistant:
"Go down the road and get some mulch"
The old Japanese man said
"What, what you say? Don't hear good"
The man yelled again…
"Sanctuary mulch! Sanctuary mulch! "
The Japanese man with troubled face looked at him
Then said: "Ah-You're welcome, you're welcome! "


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