wheelbarrow waits
impatiently
it is parked
in the middle of the yard
the spade is at rest
and idly bides its time
they waited for me all day
yesterday
but I
was otherwise delayed
earning
not shoveling
sometimes that seems to be
the way
but now
I hear the compost call
the mulch has grown
in its demands
so
load and fill the barrow
shovel the muck from the trailer tray
mix mulch and horse-potatoes
in a mound
that’ll be tomorrow’s garden bed
and watch the hot steam rise
a smoke
wafting from the venting pipe
that’s good heat in there
so keep your hand away
~
the spade waits
patient again
it leans
against the garden shed wall
the barrow is asleep
nonchalant
could be its name
but they will be ready
when the call
to shape the garden earth
comes again
their way
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2018 02:01
- Category: Friendship
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Comments3
Nice, Frank! My wheelbarrow and spade are not asleep, they are comatose! One of these days.....
Don't let them get away with it Fred. Make them earn their keep!
I want to, Frank, but since it involves work on my side, I better wait for the right time.... 🙂
Timing is certainly important, Fred. temperature, time of day, cloud cover, ...
Can you garden all year down under? If so, there's plenty of time!
Yes, we can garden year round, sr. Not every day, but as much as necessary, generally.
I might get out and do a bit ... later.
They’re hibernating for the winter! A few more months before they come out to “play”! Looking forward to it!
Enjoyed the read, Frank! Thank you for sharing your great write!
~Laura~
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