FIRST JOBS IN THE GARDEN

The first lesson today is pruning the roses,

my wife the headmistress misses nothing.

The little children have been quiet in their beds

all winter long - now they need haircuts, sprucing. 

 

Some big bully shrubs were expelled last year,

others warned with severe cutbacks.

Daffodils in clumps put up their hands

in buckets, bowls, pots-

"look at us, we're here to please!"

They are the least patient, vying for attention

with snowdrops and crocuses. 

 

I move them to catch more sun,

kicking the dull stuffiness of winter

in the arse;  and so we, the old pretenders

summon weary will to action, moving now

in colder shadows, the incinerator

laced with thorns. 

 

We know full well that nature will come

knocking soon enough to collect

the big debt for a life's control ,

but for now we have risen early,

to enjoy the illusion of youth. 

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RHAPSODY FOR A DEAD REPTILE ►

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raypool

Wed 21st Feb 2018 16:47

Wow, after the first flush of comments, more growth! Thanks all. Suki, I usually try to deepen thoughts in endings to make an observation on life, cheers.

Thanks Frances as always it's a pleasure.

Cheers Greg. So glad you came back to say that. As you know, readings are like edges of cliffs, can be too close for comfort. I think David Andrew seemed to nod in approval - which was nice!. Good to see him back.

220 - Very glad you approved !


Ray

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220August

Tue 20th Feb 2018 22:09

Wonderful!

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Greg Freeman

Tue 20th Feb 2018 09:49

Enjoyed hearing you read this last night at Write Out Loud Woking, Ray.

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 20th Feb 2018 09:47

I agree with all the comments; lovely, gentle stuff, Ray.

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suki spangles

Tue 20th Feb 2018 01:10

hi there Ray,

Humorous and wistful. The last verse is lovely.

Suki

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raypool

Mon 19th Feb 2018 22:47

Thanks Martin. Yes, I rely on my wife for fine tuning; anyway there is no point in feigned supremacy. Those naughty plants always get their way in the end.! Sadly too she is limited by arthritis so I do my best in the labouring department.

A welcome comment indeed Stu, thanks mate.

David, as always you swept aside the no entry sign on my brain. I was thinking of doing a poem on calling out names in a school register; might still do one! Yes, they are like a family with all their nurturing requirements. You old romantic you. I must get out more often.

Ruby, Col. nice to have your likes.

Best to all. Ray

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Stu Buck

Mon 19th Feb 2018 08:09

lovely stuff ray, you use the garden and its need for care as a metaphor very well

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Martin Elder

Sun 18th Feb 2018 17:57

Gosh is it really that time already to start working on the garden. Ours looks like a bomb site after all the wind we have experienced blowing across it of late. I love the way you refer to your wife as the headmistress. She clearly takes a firm hand with regard to the garden.
Nice one Ray

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