Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

The Gardeners

I watch the gardeners at work 
And as they rake and mow
I wonder, when their workday ends,
About where they all go.

I doubt if they have homes with lawns
As lush as those they tend 
Or flower beds like ones to which
Their talents they do lend.

It's possible the only place
Their spirits may be buoyed
By what they do is at the sites
To which they've been employed.

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Gershon Wolf September 25, 2018 at 11:16 PM It's possibie you're right...then again, it's also possible that they're working to put themselves in positions to afford to be buoyed at/by their worksites. Time will tell. ~ gw

Robert Johnson September 23, 2018 at 11:30 PM I know some contractors whose homes are detractors to a normally stellar rep. Cuz the tools and the time cost them more than a dime. But their pride is quite rich, while they always look like a poor schlep.

Rico Leffanta September 21, 2018 at 2:24 PM You have that right! The accountant is always the one with the messiest domestic accounts! Aloha! Rico

Jan Allison September 21, 2018 at 1:28 PM I think this is a similar scenario with many who tend to the needs of others before themselves Ilene... I can just imagine how irate wives can get when a job needs doing but hubby is too busy to fix it:-) Hugs Jan xx