I plant a garden every spring.
It’s something that I love to do.
But not a solitary thing
turns up as it’s intended to
because it seems that what I sow –
that each and every single seed –
instead of what I wish to grow
is destined to become a weed.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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