I am happy just kneeling here On this warm bare ground Scrunched down on my knees Pulling weeds all around
No one comes to bother me Nor do they interrupt my task Not even a busy wandering bee Looking for directions might ask
Other people leave me alone A little wave -- a passing smile Not even a ringing phone Can be heard for a country mile
I shall stay ’til work is done Or 'til the dinner bells echo Waiting for the setting sun Changes into reds from yellow
I am happy just kneeling here On this warm bare ground Scrunched down on my knees Pulling weeds all around
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Posted: Jun 2022
About this poem:
The lovely task of pulling weeds and just enjoying solitude. Nobody will bother you or try and take your job away. It is blessedly peaceful and mindfulness all wrapped in one.
There's nothing more earthly satisfying like getting down in the dirt and pulling weeds, beautifying the flower bed(s) and gardens. The solitude is wonderful! A precious write, Yankee. It's so nice to see you again.
Very touching write Yanqui. Enjoying to fell the earth's soil that close makes us closer to nature. All the beauty that comes from it spontaneously as well as what we plant to beauty our gardens or feed us. The country side's tranquility is awesome specially when twilight is coming ....Thanks for sharing. SM
I pulled weeds with this girl last year, then a few weeks later she got fired for telling her manager off by saying after he told her to go back to her work station, "You're not my #$%@ing Boss!"
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Kathy