Bernie's Birthday

Like a busy bee she buzzes from flower to flower
Like a hairdresser she trims the fringes
On her gardening binges
She's parched from the hospital green
She needs some real corridors
Of nature's power
So she dives in
Like a swimmer
Like a garden warrior of weeds
Battling on her knees
Tooth and nail, clawing at the earth
For all she's worth
She is a crusader for the cause unseen
But to tame the wild,
To play the game with mother nature
We have all seen
But like a general she commands the daisies
To stand upright and strong
She waves her hands at daffodils
They turn away from their own reflection
In the pond
And look her way, the cabbages wilt under her
Intense gaze,
As the lettuces give up the ghost
Go to seed
Let us give thanks and praise
To the army of one
That is Bernie, battler of the weed
On her birthday