The spoon, the shovel, needle, pen, and broom
help us to cook, sew, write, and clean a room.
Without these tools the dust of earth collects.
I polish bookshelves upon which the texts
I love reside. I take pen in my hand
to make sure oceans do not wash the sand
of thoughts away. When next I might complain
about the work, I’ll realize the gain.
March 31, 2012 at 8:53 pm
I like this…the poem and a photo (s)
April 10, 2012 at 4:04 pm
This photo reminds me of all the work our yard needs after the long, WET winter. I did a bit of weeding three days ago. Today I could bend over and squat and thought to do more weeding, but then my knee began to hurt and my rotator cuff shoulder is sore. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt better just working a few cross-word puzzles.