..It started out,a small sprout in the front yard.My neighbor enlightened me to what it was,'it's poke salad,and you can eat it",uh" no thanks" i said..i'll pass

..As a kid i couldn't even stomach spinach and i liked Popeye,but nonetheless i watched as this poke salad WEED grew and grew .and soon it became apparent that this weed was starting to look like a tree.Over time i fought the urge to cut it down if for nothing more than curiosity sake..and it kept growing.

..Occasionally the old woman who lived across the street would complain about MY weed,i suspect it was because as far as landscaping was concerned it wasn't her idea of any,after all ,all her bushes are round and trimmed and landscaped and all mulchy and shyt..bite me old lady..

..Personally i could care less about landscaping i have more pressing issues that require more money than i have already,not to mention if i had a thousand dollars to waste on shrubbery..i wouldn't,so el natural for this old country boy..and the poke salad grew..and then bunches of berries started to appear all christmasy like little bulbs a hangin'..

..Of course by this time the poke salad had reached between seven and eight feet tall,and of course the neighbor would grumble about the plant from time to time and i would defend this lovely weed,but she was so consumed by everything being standardized that she couldn't see the... beauty in a weed..


..the moral of the story: People are like weeds,the beauty is there one only needs to open their mind and heart to see...




...writings from the tombs...

..the moral of the story: People are like weeds,the beauty is there one only needs to open their mind and heart to see...


Aint that the truth...