I see that old hammock out back,
Swaying lightly in the wind
That Autumn oft expels in October,
Waiting for me to come and dream.
But the bulbs that fill my tired Hands,
Leaving trails of rusty earth
Must first be laid to rest
I must tend to their needs first.
- B. R. Jording, Fall Planting
Swaying lightly in the wind
That Autumn oft expels in October,
Waiting for me to come and dream.
But the bulbs that fill my tired Hands,
Leaving trails of rusty earth
Must first be laid to rest
I must tend to their needs first.
- B. R. Jording, Fall Planting
