One more day is all I ask
to tend my sweet flowers
Complete my garden tasks
Watch them grow another day
to see their blazing colors
This mantra I do pray
Make sure the luscious soil
stays nicely moist
Watering my lovely cinquefoil‘s
To hear the bees all around
bouncing flower to flower
Singing their happy bee sounds
Shoo the wild squirrel’s
out from my bedded bulbs
Their bushy tails unfurled
Pull errant unsightly weeds
beneath the plants they hide
Apologizing for the need
Seedlings need transplanted
their pots have grown too small
For this I must be granted
Just one more day I implore
to gaze upon my garden
Or perhaps even a little more!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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