Plentiful Cornucopia.....
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.
Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photography by:
Robert Palumbo
8/25/2010 © All rights reserved
Always,
Deborah
Regis
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,
Sheila
my best wishes,
David
TRASK...
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
How you doin'????
Much Love,
Margaret
hug
Kathy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georgexx
John
Great poem....I loved irt...
Chip B.