Sara Kendrick Poet Rhyme

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Preparations

Clomp, clomp, clomp upon the rooftop 
Vroom, whirr, whirr as leaves bounce
Tumbling down rustle and gently land
Fall officially announced

Snip, snip, snip the gardener prunes shrubs 
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scrap, scrap, scrap  
As he rakes pruned limbs on cement
Pushing shovel and rake

How that gardener can juggle tools
Prestidigitation
Oh, so cool! He displays each day
Great since this is his life's station

Fall leans into winter weather
Drip-drop cold rain freezes
Maybe even crunching ice beneath
Boots,as along ease his



Finis'....I know you are wondering what ease his..well, feet of course..
It is kind of nonsense work so forgive me. 

Written: October 24 and 25, 2021
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Contest: Onomatopoeia Poetry

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Caren Krutsinger November 1, 2021 at 11:51 PM What a gorgeous write for Emile's onomatopoeia contest! This feels like a winner to me! Sara Kendrick November 2, 2021 at 4:26 AM Thank you, Caren. I appreciate the time spent here. Sara

Andrea Dietrich October 28, 2021 at 2:16 PM Great work for Emile's contest, sara. Hope all is well! Sara Kendrick October 28, 2021 at 2:37 PM Thanks, Andrea. I appreciate the visit. Sara

Tom Cunningham October 26, 2021 at 2:48 AM You rose well to the challenge Sara, good luck. Hope you're well. Tom Sara Kendrick October 26, 2021 at 4:20 AM Tom, Thanks for the encouragement. I am better but still the fatigue is horrible and I keep having an upset stomach. Sara

Bj Legros Kelley October 26, 2021 at 1:50 AM The gardener is working hard! No ice or snow here, no falling leaves yet either! I wish we had beautiful fall leaves that turn vibrant colors. I remember them when I was little, so much fun! How nice to have a gardener. I'm the gardener here, and not enough strength to deal with the wild beauty of it this year! I like your descriptive poem, it felt crisp and alive! Sara Kendrick October 26, 2021 at 4:12 AM BJ, Well the oak leaves seem to be falling and falling without turning their beautiful reddish color just brown. There is a little color out there but not so much. I don't have a gardener but we pay our grandson to help with some of the work. I used to do a great deal of the work around here but I am not able to work like that anymore. Your comment was so encouraging. I appreciate you dropping by. Sara

Judy Ball October 26, 2021 at 1:05 AM Good one for the contest my friend. Love the pic here as he goes about clearing the gutters on the roof. A gardener doesn't garden because it's a job he has to do. He gardens because it's something he likes to do. When you love your job it's not really work. Good stuff. God Bless and good luck in the contest. JB Sara Kendrick October 26, 2021 at 4:04 AM Judy, Part of the poem is about our grandson who came down to help with all the jobs we need to do around here. We have very large oaks around our home and the leaves end up on the roof stuck so they have to be blown off or swept off. The gardener was my husband trimming a couple of shrubs. Thanks for the visit to my page. Your comment is uplifting. Sara

Victor Buhagiar October 25, 2021 at 12:58 AM To be continued? Great sounds. Sara Kendrick October 25, 2021 at 9:33 AM Victor, Thanks for the thumbs up. Sara