Just An Old Shovel
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Poetry/Personification/Just An Old Shovel
Copyright Protected, 08-1571-989-15
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written, August 15, 2023
For the International Contest, An Old Shovel
Sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 09/17/2023
Second Place
Once a lovely lady held me in her hands to dig holes,
in her beautiful garden full of flowers of all kinds;
we were always moving things around, here and there,
or planting new- somehow, together we found the space.
When finished she would place me against a brick wall,
of course, that is after she cleaned me, she was so kind;
during the winter she would put me in the garden shed,
then, in the spring out I would come to work with her.
One day she put me against the wall and I just waited,
the day, turned into another day, then weeks, months;
the summer ended, autumn came and went, it was cold,
I leaned on that wall all winter, I could feel the rusting.
Somehow, I knew that lovely lady was gone forever,
I was in a dark place as I watched to garden go to waste;
oh, wished I could just be thrown in the garbage,
then, the summer came and I felt a hand touch me.
It was a young woman, so pretty, she said hello,
you are just what I need to fix up this old garden;
I was so happy to get to work- and we did that day,
she told me that this was her gran's home- now hers.
Each day we worked and soon the garden was delightful,
she would sing as we worked, oh, I loved that so much;
and at the end of the day, she cleaned me very well,
and placed me safe in the garden shed not against a wall.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2023
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