The Weeds

By Betty Montgomery

We are the weeds.

We are the future

We are Feral Farmers,

Wild gardeners and

When we “blitz” an area

We leave behind swales, hugels,

Seed balls and newly planted trees.

Yes, we see problems, so many problems

But in the problems, we see the answers

For there is no waste, only product waiting to be used!

We care for the Earth, the People and

We Share the excess of our harvest.

For we are the weeds

We are the future

Come! Join us in the shade of our fig tree,

And share the fruit of our vines!