My fathers Colonel ..came over to the house,
late in the fall, and as they did their walk-about around the grounds..
'Uncle Dan' as we knew him, took one look at the defunct and frost
shrivelled garden and winked at my father and said,(with a manhatten
in one hand a cigar in the other..) your VRT is SMRT ! (your garden is dead)
Fluent in whatever he learned in Serbo-Croation would be fun Eh? or this which
my sister knows..took her only ten weeks..pretty too isn't it?
