I look out at my gardens All covered with snow More than a garden; it is a landscape Something that I never let go The deer have been busy pruning Actively looking for food They can do extensive damage But nothing to alter my mood Winter will fade into spring It is time to prepare my tools Shovels, rakes, saws and trimmers And don’t forget my garden stool Well over a year with the virus People are nervous and scared No jobs but we open our borders Without concern for how citizens fared Decisions from Washington are dangerous Everything good is in a freeze We appear to be setting ourselves up To be taken over by the Chinese We definitely need the border wall Everyone has agreed at one time or another Leaving the border open and killing jobs Is not an example of loving your brother I look out at the landscape Know how things can be in balance But to overcome the fraudulent occupant Is going to remain a challenge He prunes away our future Without a logical explanation Would like us all to be controlled Like slaves on a national plantation Does nothing to open the schools Which only hurts our children Bows down to the Labor Unions Says he loves children more than humans There is a cost to this nonsense There will be a price to pay We have to come to our senses Issuing fiats is not a game to play Stanski February 21, 2021 ^
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Steve Haarman 