Your Questions About Gardening

How do I start gardening?

I’ve been wanting to start a few garden beds for a few years now. I have the spots all picked out, but they’re full of weeds and dead stuff and I don’t know where to begin. Any tips on how to get started? I just want to grow pretty flowers to make my house look nicer.

What’s the difference between these two poems?

I have to write an essay between two poems for English. But I have no idea what to write! My teacher told me to compare them both with their techniques, etc. But I am still unsure how to write the essay, and even what to put in it. Can someone please help me out? Or Please even write the essay for me? Thankyou very much. These are the two poems:

Out In The City

When you’re out in the city
A bouncy city rhythm
Starts to boogie in your feet.

It jumps off the pavement,
There’s a snare drum in your brain,
It pumps through your heart
Like a diesel train.

There’s Harry on the corner,
Sings, “How she goin’ boy?”
To loose and easy Winston
With his brother Leroy.

Shout, “Hello!” to Billy Brisket
With his tripes and cow’s heels,
Blood-stained rabbits
And trays of live eels.

Maltese Tony
Smoking in the shade
Keeping one good eye
On the amusement arcade.

And everybody’s talking:
Move along
Step this way
Here’s the bargain
What you say?
Mind your backs
Here’s the stop
More fares?
Room on top.
Neon lights and take-aways
Gangs of boys and girls
Football crowds and market stalls
Taxi cabs and noise.

From the city cafes
On the smoky breeze
Smells of Indian cooking
Greek and Cantonese.

Well, some people like suburban life
Some people like the sea
Others like the countryside
But it’s the city
Yes it’s the city
It’s the city life
For me

Here’s the second one:

City Suburban Lines

Their roads are straight;
Their streets are straight;
Their fences are straight;
Straight are the bricks of their walls,
As straight as the lines
Of their vehicle-minds,
Rushing in straight thoughts
To straight feelings.

Unholy is their straightness,
Their religion is straight,
Bound between straight

Lines in a book whose prose
Has been straightened,
And made to move along
The straightness of their lives.

Straight are the pictures on their walls;
Straight, ensquaring lines unfeelingly straight
With moods straight from the strayed lines
Of tended gardens straight with the stems
Of flowers modified into straightness.

Straight is the world they have fashioned;
Straight are the walls of their imprisoning cells;
Straight are the lives we are forced to endure;
Born between straight lines;
Dying between straight lines;
Laid to rest between straight lines,
Buried in rows as straight as supermarket goods:
Our heaven will be straight lines;
Our hell will be all curved lines,
Unable to fit the straightness of our souls.

What’s the difference between these two poems?

I have to write an essay between two poems for English. But I have no idea what to write! My teacher told me to compare them both with their techniques, etc. But I am still unsure how to write the essay, and even what to put in it. Can someone please help me out? Or Please even write the essay for me? Thankyou very much. These are the two poems:

Out In The City

When you’re out in the city
A bouncy city rhythm
Starts to boogie in your feet.

It jumps off the pavement,
There’s a snare drum in your brain,
It pumps through your heart
Like a diesel train.

There’s Harry on the corner,
Sings, “How she goin’ boy?”
To loose and easy Winston
With his brother Leroy.

Shout, “Hello!” to Billy Brisket
With his tripes and cow’s heels,
Blood-stained rabbits
And trays of live eels.

Maltese Tony
Smoking in the shade
Keeping one good eye
On the amusement arcade.

And everybody’s talking:
Move along
Step this way
Here’s the bargain
What you say?
Mind your backs
Here’s the stop
More fares?
Room on top.
Neon lights and take-aways
Gangs of boys and girls
Football crowds and market stalls
Taxi cabs and noise.

From the city cafes
On the smoky breeze
Smells of Indian cooking
Greek and Cantonese.

Well, some people like suburban life
Some people like the sea
Others like the countryside
But it’s the city
Yes it’s the city
It’s the city life
For me

Here’s the second one:

City Suburban Lines

Their roads are straight;
Their streets are straight;
Their fences are straight;
Straight are the bricks of their walls,
As straight as the lines
Of their vehicle-minds,
Rushing in straight thoughts
To straight feelings.

Unholy is their straightness,
Their religion is straight,
Bound between straight

Lines in a book whose prose
Has been straightened,
And made to move along
The straightness of their lives.

Straight are the pictures on their walls;
Straight, ensquaring lines unfeelingly straight
With moods straight from the strayed lines
Of tended gardens straight with the stems
Of flowers modified into straightness.

Straight is the world they have fashioned;
Straight are the walls of their imprisoning cells;
Straight are the lives we are forced to endure;
Born between straight lines;
Dying between straight lines;
Laid to rest between straight lines,
Buried in rows as straight as supermarket goods:
Our heaven will be straight lines;
Our hell will be all curved lines,
Unable to fit the straightness of our souls.