Fred Alvis


I put you out,
hoping you would grow.
I gave you love,
the day I did throw.

I did it with high hopes,
I included a prayer.
I tried to be gentle,
I used great care.

Raw earth and barren ground,
I hoped you would cover.
I was so gentle,
much like a lover.

Time has passed;
no fruit from my labor.
Grow you damned grass,
look like the neighbors.