HORSETAILS

By Leonard K. Eaton

The bane of our existence is this weed.

It travels by spores, not by seed.

The gardener must spend countless hours

Pulling horsetails from his beds of flowers.

They come up rapidly, almost overnight.

A horsetail infestation is an awful sight.

They seem to thrive on wind and salt

In hardness they have not fault.

An ancient plant, it’s found in fossil rocks.

On horsetails we wish a plague and pox.

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