Conscientious Objector
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson
Take pity on the noble weed,
it grows against all odds.
It prospers in harsh climates.
It thrives on rocky sods.
A weed needs little water,
does not require much sun,
and is a most heroic plant
when all is said and done.
There’s much in weeds to be admired.
Protection’s what they need.
I’m heading up an agency
for gardens gone to seed.
The Weed Protection Agency,
or WPA.
That’s why in all good conscience, Dad––
I can’t pull weeds today.
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Tags: children, humor, nature, weed pulling, weeds, yard work
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.