I strolled barefoot to my garden.
Grass tickled between my toes.
Dewdrops sprinkled ‘round my ankles.
Gnats buzzed boldly up my nose.
As I neared, the rhubarb rustled.
Purr-sy scampered into view.
Frightened robins all a-flutter
chided loudly as they flew.
Near the lettuce, still and silent
save her twitching nose and ear
rabbit paused, then darted quickly
guided wildly by her fear.
Running past, a squirrel took notice,
then proceeded up a tree
where he sat and scolded mildly,
eyeing both my cat and me.
I began by cutting spinach.
Next I felt for bulging peas.
Crunchy, sweet, a few sustained me
as I picked them on my knees.
From the pond a splashing clamor
shook me from my reverie.
Drake was romancing his darling
quacking, splattering noisily.
Soon their noise disturbed the gander
guarding o’er his nesting goose.
Cantankerous, he honked a warning,
flailing wings outstretched and loose.
Smiling, I returned to labor
senses flooded, heart released,
and my praise began as humming.
As it grew, volume increased.
In the breeze cool and refreshing
Jesus whispered in my ear,
“I’ve been waiting all this morning.
I’m so glad you found me here.”
So from there our chat proceeded
up and down six rows of beans
as methodically I weeded
through my worries, hopes and dreams.
Straightening, I surveyed with wonder
all my Father had bestowed.
Surprise! Atop my pile of produce
perched a gray and wrinkled toad.
“Shoo,” I said, and gently nudged him
‘till into the grass he hopped.
Quickly I picked up my treasures,
although once again I stopped.
From beneath the tall potatoes
something gave my foot a tap.
Mice-tro lazily stretched and pawed me,
waking from his long cat-nap.
To the house I then retreated,
cats frolicking in my way.
By my sweetheart I was greeted,
quizzing me about my day.
Viewing me smudged and disheveled,
sympathizing with his tone,
he remarked, “You worked for hours—
Too bad you had to work alone.”
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This poem is purrfect! I often garden with my kitties and you describe it with rich images. I could imagine the dew and the peas crunching made my mouth water! Love them! I too liked the imagery of your hopes and dreams. Thank you, thank you for this gem of a poem.
Loved this very visual poem, I was there with you seeing what you saw! Weeding through your hopes and dreams - loved the double meaning there. Especially the end, where you may have been the only physical gardener, but you were not alone. yeggy