A Digger's Dilemma by Fredrich MohreWhile you compliment my garden,
I must ask to beg your pardon.
As you watch the ponds reflection,
I need to utter one correction.
Its all my wife, and her green thumb.
She always says that Im too dumb
To see her horticulture goals.
Im just the guy that digs the holes.
Now, she has got a gardeners eye,
And knows, for sure, what plants to buy,
To make this small oasis bloom;
Knows what to snip, or pluck or groom.
Id really like to garden some,
Even though Im rather dumb.
So flower arranging-she controls,
But she lets me dig the holes.
What she creates is pure delight.
Im sure Id make a horrid sight.
Her skills make this a Shangri-la.
My skills would make this really BLAH.
She works until her hands are numb,
Id help, but she thinks Im too dumb.
So while she waters and patrols,
I guess Ill just be digging holes.
Im just a planter want-to-be
A master of plantology.
My botanic skills are rather crummy,
I supposed Im just a blooming dummy.
A master gardener Id become.
(But she assures me Im too dumb)
Not capable of switching roles.
Forever bound to digging holes.
07/04/2004 Author's Note: This is a small tribute to my wife and her great gardening skills, I can't take much credit for it...she does it soooo well....Fred M..the hole digger..
Posted on 04/07/2005 Copyright © 2024 Fredrich Mohre
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/07/05 at 05:06 PM ...fred m. the hole digger, what a delightful soiree thru yo' lil' garden-o'-life...you do soooo much justice to the poetic iambs...love your work...peace, chaz |
Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/07/05 at 06:02 PM what a pleasant read!!! |
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