Tuesday, May 8, 2007
We'll make a stab at this...Sod bustin for a garden
Got a bright idea... we'll plant a garden this year!
with all the talk about health, this'll make'm cheer
We wouldn't do such a big one, so we don't need a plow,
we'll just shovel the sod; well, doesn't sound so good now
The thing kept getting bigger; had to move the woodpile and wagon
got some pretty big blisters, and a large part of me was drag'n!
The boss gave me some strawberry sets, just a small bucket you know
found out we had enough for Harris's and us and a few others to grow
Had to take sod clods out of the dirt, to till
then had to put clods in the garbage to send to the landfill
Garbage can got real heavy; Mom couldn't move it a bit
garbage man raised two wheels off and nearly lost his grip on it
Now we have to put some ties around the perimeter I guess
the ones that Johnny wanted, you know, from the estate, I confess
Well, guess this will have to do for now, tonight
when mom reads this I'm sure she'll turn a few shades of white!
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3 comments:
Hey Dad! Great Poem! Yeah, you started a Blog too! Happy Blogging. Mom will get used to it!
That is some garden! You guys are just havin' too much fun up there! Nice poem dad - we'd like to hear more of em, please?!
Wow -- I'm impressed Steve -- didn't know you had it in you... cool!!! Keep up the good work
~MaryAnn
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