Or did God just decide he would make her that way?



My Garden


My garden was silly and stubborn;
I worked, but the weeds worked, too;
I dug and scraped and scrambled--
They hustled themselves and grew;

Now Ted's garden's fine and cleanly,
He has lettuce and roses and peas--
Oh, most probably plants are like children--
They only behave when they please!



Tracks


I wonder where the rabbits go
Who leave their tracks across the snow;
For when I follow to their den
The tracks always start out again.



Chanticleer