The weathered garden spade rests
Against the railing.
Once again it is ready to dig in
Strongly, in service,
As it has for the past decades.
It is from strong stock.
Knowing gardeners have used it
And it has rewarded them-
Rich soil turned over deftly,
Clean slices of matted perennials,
Through the stems and earth to the roots,
Sturdy transportation to the new site.
Safely dug deep so in the plant could slide.
Oh the garden spade knows its job well.
It professes its past and present proudly
By its rugged look-
Weathered wooden handle, sharpened blade.
Yes, it has worked hard,
And now,
Rests a while.
Fleur, this is incredible! You took something as simple as an ordinary garden tool and brought it to life..... Something that was never alive yet had a life. A very interesting and original concept!
Great job ~!
Tricia