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