The Reluctant Gardener

By Silversurfer9 Apr 23, 2021

The Reluctant Gardener

I love the smell of new-mown grass
Whilst I sit in my chair
Feel rays of sun upon my face
As I sniff the fragrant air

All is quiet and peaceful
I pick up my book
But something is distracting me
Feel compelled to take a look

Alas on close inspection,
I espy a trillion weeds
All this aggravation
Is surplus to my needs

As I start to dig up roots
My body is complaining
Whilst mouthing silent prayers to god
That it does not start raining

Apologising to each flower
I whip them from their place
It’s hard to be the cause of death
To a lovely petaled face

Weeds christened creeping daisies
Are telling such a lie
As their takeover is speedy
Their rooting systems fly

Is it truly worth the effort
To weed till back is cracking
Putting trowel and spade aside
Resolve is sadly lacking

Rest easy little buttercup
Don’t tremble in your bed
I’ll not read I’ll shut my eyes
And have a snooze instead.

Glenys Halliday.

About the author

Silversurfer9

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I have always written poetry but when my husband died suddenly I used it as a kind of therapy. I don’t usually share these unless I feel they will help someone in distress. The ones I share are mostly humorous intended to bring a smile in what I feel can be a very lonely world... I have written four booklets and now a Corona chronicles which is just twelve poems writ while I am in jail...oh sorry I meant lockdown. Am on my way for a second booklet.. Trying to make folk smile and take a minutes release from these difficult times helps me forget my sight problems..