Moog's Poetry Corner: #2

Moog thinks the most surprising thing about having his own allotment-based blog, is the amount of poetry people have been sending him.

Moog has spent most of his summer recovering from having cruciate ligament surgery on his knee, and thinks a spot of poetry is just the thing to help him relax. Who am I to disagree?

This one's hot off the press from Wise Mike's Wisdom Shed:

When the wind through lonely grass stems blows.
And naught but wretched bindweed grows,
Take heart, and from your shed look out,
Upon your kingdom, parched from drought,
But ever upon the turning of the soil,they say,
New life will spring, so come the 'morrow; more weeds so gay!

I would tell you what Moog thinks, but he's dropped quietly off to sleep, and I don't want to disturb him.