The Gardener

Henry bent to his pruning the hat flying from his head

roses longs to be free bees humming all around

he laughed as the his dog caught the hat

and felt the breeze sing by

life is good in the garden today, rabbits hopping along the edge

and deer peeking from the distance.

the corn sends a voice of concern, I am in trouble tonight

it seems to say time for the protective net

Henry straighten his aching knees, doing what he loved

headed for the shed of blue he kept not far

thoughts of the stories of fairies he heard as a kid

they hide in the tulips his mama said

the tulips are gone now bloomed early and left

try as hard as he could he still has not seen them

Henry sent a stick sailing and the dog raced by

I must replace the edging by the begonias I see

 

My first attempt at an Idyll by Karen Sue Smith 4/13/2017

 

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