The Old Shovel

You bring me back to yesterday, You awaken a bond, Memories stream through me, I’m at the shore of a crashing sea. Gardening was his delight, He sojourned in that light, You dug through and unearthed, These memories in me are still seated. He basked in the bloom of spring, Though he loved the symphony summer's lights bring, You aided his avocation, It was his inspiration. He has gone, You're here but worn, He pushed beyond life's borders, You aided his gardening wonders. August 30, 2023.