Bare
Lifeless
Gravel ground
Dormant seedling beds
That sprout and soon spring to life
My dreads midsummer weedling heads, that hatching
With winglings, that pro-life-(e)rate, many more, which spreads!
An endless task is weeding
Down back of every shed
And every path and crown land strip
And roadside reserve and council tip
A thankless task this weedling
Every corner our land I tread
I pull and hack and spray and slip
And raging wrath I bite my lip
A vengeful task is weeding
I issue the order to kill
Despite destroying quite little
Taking captive not roots of thistle
A bitter task this weedling
Bearing curse of broadleaf and thorn
Stinging nettles, blackberry brambles
Bearing the marks of mankind’s shambles
