I planted a little story seed
But on second thought, it was one ugly weed
So I took a break for the next year or three
Then geared up again to birth a new tree
But I lacked the right tools to give it a go
Plus storms were approaching and soon there’d be snow
Then time was the issue. There’s never enough.
I neglected my garden to tend other stuff.
Alas I decided to grab the ‘ole rake
I’d end this poem now but need a quick break...and chocolate.