Just Not Your Year

Life is full of surprises,
as you recognize your fear.
An adrenaline fueled 
fight or flight puts 
your behind in gear.

You’d like to think
that you are brave.
You have no problem
facing fear.
But you have a funny feeling
When it comes to yard work,
2019 was just not your year.

You're cleaning up the back yard
In the springtime.
Trying not to get stung by a wasp.
A snake comes out of nowhere
and you break camp like a boss.

You scream oh Lord!
As your skin starts to crawl.
Luck for you it’s a baby,
but to you it didn’t look that small.
You step back for a moment.
When you step forward again
It’s the middle of fall.

So, your raking leaves
in the front yard.
Waving hello to your 
Lovely neighbor.
And she really looks fine,
breaking his chains 
her pet Rottweiler has
something else in mind.

Your feet begin moving 
before your brain knows what to do.
If you get bit that Rottweiler
you and your good intentions are through.
You move with a practiced ease.
Because you’re faster than a cool breeze.
And you like to thank the Lord 
for the little things,
like how pet Rottweilers 
can’t climb trees.

You like to think that you are brave.
You have no problem facing fear.
But you have a funny feeling 
when it comes to yard work,
2019 was just not your year.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Kinard Avatar
February 14, 2020 at 6:05 AM
Alexis I like writing poetry with a little humor. I write when I’m inspired Thanks for reading my stuff. :-)
Y. Avatar
February 14, 2020 at 7:14 AM
You are most welcome! I will check out more of your poems. Have a wonderful day:-) Alexis
Y. Avatar
February 13, 2020 at 7:31 PM
Hi Robert, I wanted to check out your first write posted on the soup. I must say I wasn’t disappointed! I found it be very entertaining and well written. I couldn’t just imagine the whole scene. If were me I wouldn’t know to do if the Rottweiler came after me, I’m afraid of heights. I’m not too fond of snakes and bees either . Thank goodness it’s 2020:-) Alexis
Shaw Avatar
January 5, 2020 at 11:59 PM
2018 and 2019 were pretty much the same, until 2020 when that darn Rottweiler got itself a ladder and upped its game . . . : )
Kinard Avatar
January 6, 2020 at 12:07 AM
Let’s hope Rottweilers don’t join the union and get organized. Thanks glad you enjoyed it.
Lamoureux Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 9:29 AM
Ha ha! Good thing it wasn’t a bear, those fat bastards can climb. I enjoyed reading your writing, you have skills. I hope you enjoy your time here. Do drop by, I may have a few to your liking. Blessings Rick.
Kinard Avatar
November 27, 2019 at 9:45 AM
Ok, thanks
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