War on Weeds

Weeds have invaded my garden. It's possible I'm losing the battle, but, with hoe in hand, I'm not going down without a fight.

The Objection to Being Stepped On

"At the end of the row
I stepped on the toe
Of an unemployed hoe.
It rose in offense
And struck me a blow
In the seat of my sense.
It wasn't to blame
But I called it a name.
And I must say it dealt
Me a blow that I felt
Like a malice prepense.
You may call me a fool,
But was there a rule
The weapon should be
Turned into a tool?
And what do we see?
The first tool I step on
Turned into a weapon."

~ Robert Frost