Gardening Frum the Hart

Gardening frum the hart

Iz the most suttle uv arts.

To take bare ground and make a yard --

To make it grow, and make it bloom,

To make it froot, and fite the gloom,

And make it still increese the room

For love to grow in, like God's womb --

That iz sum-thing vary hard,

A labor uv love, a wild card.

Big things grow frum small beginnings

Like tending yards, I told myself.

I pulled weeds nearly evry-day

And put my fillings on the shelf

Becuz you were so far away.

I watered plants by hoze and sprinklir

And fertilized by fish and froot.

I made the yard bloom for my dolly

With flowers fancy, fun and cute,

A kind uv honor filled with duty,

To care for such exqwiz-it byooty,

Belonging to my kissing cutey.

I weedid out the pain and dout

And let the tears seep under-ground.

I pulled the grass and trimmed the trees

And sprinkled star-dust all around.

Prim-roze grew like pritty smiles.

Clover grew like leprachauns.

Sweet allissum bloomed like hunny.

Rozes bloomed like lucky charms,

While hunny-suckle and pashin flowers,

Sproutid up like floral towers.

It all remindid me uv you,

A master-piece, with-out a cloo.

In evry flower, I saw your face.

Your byooty filled that speshul place.

I grew not only byooty grew there

But sum-thing yummy, with lots to spare,

All you can eat, and all you can care.

I countid tummaytoes evry morning--

Sum-thing for my sweety-pie,

With Plums and Peaches, Persimmins and Pears,

Growing like Apples uv my eye,

Each a little gift for you

Kissed by sun-shine and me, too.

Straw-berries covered the ground in riches

Bounding by feet and growing by inches,

Ever-more byooty-full and kind,

Az domistic bliss grew in my mind.

A bonanza uv love sprang frum my yard

Frum ground wonce sullen, bare and hard.

Evry day I came to toil,

And wirk with nachur on the soil,

Pouring swet deep in the ground

Holding on and making do,

With-out you, no complaint, no sound

To make this miracul come troo.

I tendid yard, insted uv you,

Growing plants to be are gloo.

I lerned the hard way, weed by weed

Leef by leef, and seed by seed,

How to gardin frum the hart,

To bind us closer, part by part

To make us wize and make us smart,

In a place secure and sound,

Where love for you

Grew frum the ground.