This is another poem inspired by the garden and moving and travelling. It basically propounds the thesis that a change is as good as a rest. Thanks for coming by to read.
Oh, when your roots are growing thick,
Like spider webs inside the soil,
And when you strain to feel the sun
Upon your veins, and weep, and toil,
And when the clutter swallows you
And walls close in upon you, close,
You know there is a remedy.
And you must take a healthy dose.
The pot has grown too small for you.
You chafe, and wriggle, hermit crab,
And cast about, to find another
Shell or pot, to soothe your scab.
You need fresh soil, or better, ground.
A freeing field. A garden plot.
So you can stretch your roots and grow,
No matter, if you’re young or not.
So pull yourself up by the roots!
And strike out, for a kinder clime.
A plant that won’t re-soil its boots
Will rot in place in two weeks’ time.
Copyright 2022 Andrea LeDew