The green fingered ones creak,
to sing their songs once more,
for unwanted weeds, who think they’re trees,
will no longer dwell on the floor.
Hands do bleed, when Holly attacks,
when nature tells it’s joke,
but with industrial strength, leaves won’t be kept,
as they silently cry in soak.
This old timey man vs flora match,
has to have a referee,
thus, when those in garden, to beg their pardon,
look up, toward, and see.
There it is, the foreman Robin,
it’s red-breast, a red card,
that is shown to both parties, who should be hearties,
ensuring the scene’s less hard.
So, the gardener sips, the garden blooms,
both to reimburse and think,
the Robin keenly awaits, for no more bates,
hoping that both can be in sync.
The trowel is downed, the leaves remain,
at least ‘til another day,
thanks to foreman Robin, who eased their sobbing,
that prolongs such decay.
- Author: AuburnScribbler ( Offline)
- Published: May 7th, 2022 10:38
- Comment from author about the poem: I had to write this one, to give myself a break from "preachy" or "commentary" pieces. So this poem, is about some garden work, that I did with my Mother recently, whilst a Robin was following us around, and I also do know, that this a loose shout out to William Blake as well. Also, with the message of the poem, I do find the accompanying banner picture very apt. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please do stay everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
This is so beautifully written. A robin in the tree, hands in the soil, total immersion in the beauty of nature. It is timeless whilst you work.
Thanks for the read Bella, and I very much appreciate your very kind words, and I'm glad that you enjoyed the scene unfold as the poem progressed.
I hope that all is well.
Such an enjoyable read. I will go and work in my garden now. Thank you.
Thanks for the read Rozina, and may your garden be a happy place, away from all the "hoo-haa!"
I hope that all is well.
Beautiful words Ben, nature is so glorious.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and I agree, nature is a very fine teacher, if only we'd listen some of the time.
I hope that all is well.
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