by Karen Palumbo
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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Early in the season, so dry and hot,
the commencement of cabin fever setting in.
Take pups out back with coffee in hand,
sit by the table while they dance and spin.
Look over at the garden, it requires weeding,
guess we will stay out longer than planned.
Gather the wagon, gloves, and tools,
again in the sun, face and arms are tanned.
Half hour goes by and pups are restless,
stop weeding the garden, bring them indoors.
Forget the coffee, need ice water, or juice,
back out to work, sweat seeping through pores.
Picked tomatoes, eggplant, and green bell peppers,
three watermelon, cantaloupe, working all day.
Six pears, two zucchini, and cut some parsley,
better get to work, no more time to play.
Pups and kitties observing closely,
through the window of the new storm door.
Days growing shorter, nights growing longer,
a souvenir that autumn will soon reach our shore.
Washing, slicing, dicing, canning, and freezing,
ripe, plentiful cornucopia enjoyable all winter long.
Leashes in hand, puppies anxiously waiting,
walking out the door humming a familiar song.
A long, slow, stroll down by the seashore,
listening to seagulls as they search for food.
The feel of wet sand, leaving prints in the sand,
cools the body and mind, now in a better mood.
Sound of the ocean streaming up on the shore,
as puppies frolic to the monotonous beats.
A steady stream of ripples, one at a time,
always keeping a pocket full of treats.
Chasing the water, then running away,
marking history by leaving puppy paw prints.
Yesterday's sandcastles in ravenous decay,
until next year when spring once again sprints.
8/25/2010 © All rights reserved
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|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You have shared the moment and the experiences very effectively via your verses here, Karen. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
|Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper
|good one Karen, can relate to that cabin fever, seems I always got it,even after being out, and can relate to having hot coffee on a hot day, sometimes I grab a coke instead, cheers|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
I have those days out of doors, too, with the pups at hand. Hard to keep an eye on all of them at times. lol. I enjoyed this poem. Hugs,
|Reviewed by Paul Judges
|An excellent poem, delightfully accomplished, Karen|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Lovely writing sweet lady..enjoyed very much..stay safe and well..Hugss|
|Reviewed by David Maclellan
|A day in the life of Karen Palumbo? Certainly sounds like a Cornucopian existence! thank you for this wonderful glimpse into your day, beautifully and interestingly penned!
my best wishes,
|Reviewed by Christine Alwin
|Ah, what a poem to feast upon..this is a delight to read Karen~|
|Reviewed by J'nia Fowler
|I just love this. Thank you for writing and sharing it with us. Hugs, J'nia|
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|As they say, wanna' get rich quick? Count your blessings. Good message. Be good.|
|Reviewed by - - - - - TRASK
|Mexifornias L As Week Hot & Humid 108-110 Degrees!
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Wonderful imagery and photo, Karen; love it (and you guys)! Well done; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
How you doin'????
|Reviewed by Inspire Hope
|Oh Karen this is an absolutely outstanding poem.....much appreciated, very meaningful to me! Thank you for sharing and for caring...please tell Robert I just love this picture so very much...well done, and those two adorable little ones...give them four hugs for me!!!
|Reviewed by Kathleen McDonald
|What a wonderful write. A super story. love the images
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Blessings in your peaceful words, Karen ... a beautiful place to be! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Jon Willey
|Karen, halcyon days on your canvas of words. Soothing, truly a "Cornucopia" setting you advance to us from your garden. Tranquility must surely be the ink of your pen. Love it. May peace love and joy be with you my dear friend. Jon Michael|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Weeds seem to be my most plentiful crop this hot, hot summer, too. But my little garden is still a most needed sanctuary for me. And I can't even imagine life without dogs and cats.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Well done, Karen.|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Can't wait for Autumn and hopefully I'll see a new Spring. I'm looking for a new pup to replace my loyal Mackey, A Boston Terrier is what I seek in my last years. Most of my foot prints have been left on the sands of time but maybe just maybe I'll stroll down to Jones Beach and leave some fresh ones for posterity. Loved your poem in its keen serenity and pleasant chores stored up as preserves with pups waiting to be adored and cuddled.
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|Such a peaceful, caring atmosphere you create, Karen, in these lovely lovely poems...rich, fertile, wholesome environment...delightful.
|Reviewed by Patrick Granfors
|Miss my garden. The neighbors tree grew too high and the sunlight became shade, not to mention I planted an apple tree square in the middle. It grew too. Now all I get is apples. But that's OK. Patrick|
|Reviewed by Chip Bergeron
|Golly Karen, you set my mouth to watering describing your harvest.It was a lot of work, but then, good things are worth it. The puppies' reactions are cute. Our kitties do similar.
Great poem....I loved irt...