I am enjoying your garden and it causes me verse because I
have not one of my own.
Don’t you know that the best we can be is the labor of our
own hand and this is lost?
True knowledge of the cultivar and the seed that springs
forth is relegated to the dead.
I do not think it is intentional, this dumbing down of our
species.
Our children have been coddled away through laziness and
shiny toys.
They built the coliseum for gladiator games on the bones of
ignorance.
I herald your garden and planting of seed and the treasure
of the knowledge it expounds.
Simple times, simple people is not condescension, it is
lament.
Let us be thankful that we knew them, these simple times,
these simple people and me.
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