We added bushes flowers and trees to the landscape.
Three pines, two maples, and Clyde’s gators gape.
We mow with that human powered rotary blade.
Your uncle and our mothers watch with glee today.
All our ancestors lived their lives so we could paint the yard.
Some say this is difficult, but we say it ain’t hard:
To take the moment on its own terms, to hold life in your arms.
Let’s turn our suburban plot into a veggie farm!
As we dig around the yard we fall in love again,
We open up to find a life full of happy friends.
We do not judge our neighbors, they run deep and blue.
Your smiles encourage us to spread this joy to you:
When you give up the normal to chase your wildest dreams
The universe has the right path, no matter what it seems.
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