ODE TO THE GARDENER

THE MORN FLEW AWAY, LIKE A BIRD ON THE WING; THE CLOCK TOWER CHIMES TWELVE, THE DOOR BELL RINGS....WHAT ?...THE MORN HAS GONE, IT FAST FLEW AWAY; SUN FALLS FROM ITS THRONE .....ANOTHER DAY.  MY DAY IS GONE BUT LEFT IN ITS WAKE, THE FRUIT OF LABOR.....WITH HOE AND RAKE. ......THE B