Manure

by Mark R Slaughter

The rotting garden,
Bare across the winter months,
Sleeps alive –

Fortitude is rumbling ‘mongst Manure
Giving character,
Bringing in the farm –
Fecundity in faeces!

We talk about consistency of shit –
We dig it in –
We love it –

Gives the element of pride,
For we are green
And dreaming evermore
Of yet another bulging plot.

Copyright ©:  Mark R Slaughter

End of the poem

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Some external links:

The Bat’s Own Poetry Cave 

Talking Writing Monster.

Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US

Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe

Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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