Who Come To Earth, As Gardeners Poem by james watkin
Who Come To Earth, As Gardeners
Torn away from what gay-latticed
Ideal, that you're so inclined
To re-construct it, squall by squall?
Of what gorgeousness untwined
That softening this hard-edged world
Suppressing of its growths cruel
You seem unperturbed to be pricked?
"My implements for the duel
Are spade and hoe". So your manner
Uncontestably asserts.
If it say more, I've none other
Than these dandelion experts!
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