Quiet Gardener

A Poem

O praise you, quiet gardener 
Who buries her seed 
And feeds it water each day

You are foolish to the world 
Yet confound it all the same 
Your roots will rise to kiss you 
In the glory of the sun come May 

Your words, soft and tender 
Your knowledge wrinkles in your skin
Your silver hair crowns you 
Rebuker of the snake-tongued friend

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