© April 6, 2006
I ride in the fields before planting, each year.
In early March, cropland is brown and austere.
The trees will start budding, and just about then
It’s time for the plains to turn purple again.
I gazed at these weeds, and I made it my aim
To search and ask questions and find out their name.
So I asked a bunch of my message-board friends,
And then in my journal I asked, once again.
Finally, somebody figured it out.
I googled it up and it’s true, there’s no doubt:
Henbit’s the name of this plentiful plant:
They’d like to get rid of the stuff, but they can’t.
I spend too much time at this keyboard, it’s true,
When I could find plenty of work I could do:
My time isn’t wasted; I have this to say:
I found out the meaning of henbit today!