Wrapped

…this is 100% certifiable fiction…


 
I try knot to be
so wrapped up in gardening
but it’s grabbed my heart
what’s a country boy to do
I just can’t escape the soil

my wife’s stopped vining
gardening’s got her heart too
brought her down to earth
she’s learned to leaf me alone
her tied up with tending ours

 
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rob kistner © 2021

Poetry at: The Sunday Muse

Poetry Pantry at: Poets & Storytellers

Poetry Inspired by Ecological Change: Earthweal

 

…inch by inch, row by row, John sings he’s gonna “grow his own”…


…John’s wife now helps tend their inch by inch, row by row…

 

34 thoughts on “Wrapped”

    1. Glad you enjoyed this Sherry. My muse was apparently being ‘clever’ today. As a distraction from his marketing consulting business, my son plants, grows, and harvests a half acre vegetable garden every year. It’s always a wonderful “garden-to-table” spring, summer, and autumn here — yummm! 🙂

    1. I was never patient enough Shay, but my son Justin plants and tends a wonderful 1/2 acre vegetable garden every year — my grateful contribution is to help eat the results! 🙂

  1. Love the poem and the John Denver clip. It sent me straight back to my parent’s house and their tiny garden plot. We teased them so much about the miniature harvest of potatoes…but it’s still a good memory.

  2. There is nothing more relaxing than working in the garden and getting soil under the fingernails – my plans don’t sing back to me though!

    1. Yes, a heartfelt hip-hip, hip-hip, hip-hip hurray for my son Justin -— he is a helluva man! He has provided me with a wonderful place to finally rest, before my final resting place. All three of my children, Jennifer, Aaron, and Justin, have been each, such a blessing in my life — which I am genuinely not certain a wild-hearted, willful, cantankerous, hard-headed, SOB like me ever deserved. But I have loved each deeply and gratefully, and as best I could! I miss Aaron fiercely, still. My Jennifer snd my Justin are both as stubborn as I am, each much smarter and more successful than I — and Justin has proven to be my special guardian angel. I may not have much money, but I am a wealthy man!

  3. My mother took charge of the garden, Dad helped her with the heavy stuff and the plowing with the tractor bit. We had a big one, at least half acre and then another acre in potatoes and melons. Dad took care of the latter.
    When they married, Grandpa, owner of their share cropped farm, told them that Mom was to be in charge of the house and garden things and Dad would take care of the barn and other needed things, Grandpa “managed” it all though.
    I had not heard the Garden Song sung by John Denver, not even at a concerto of his that we attended. I love the animation of the accompanying video.
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      1. I’m double dipping tonight, I posted one that was too late another time.
        The farm was 120 acres but the gardening, the corals, and the farmstead took another five or so. The new owner plowed it all up, knocked down all the buildings, even the old house where I was born, except those that would hold equipment. That new family lives in the nearby town.
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        1. Nice piece of property Jim. My wife’s family own’s 3 large farms in the north eastern part of Ohio. One is a dairy farm, one is for cattle and pigs, the third is a horse farm. I do not have the temperament to handle responsibility of that magnitude, too impatient. But I have great respect for the level of commitment and endurance exhibited by the small American farmer and rancher. They are constantly being pushed out by the big corporate farms. Their plight is not easy.

  4. This is lovely. And the puns are nice. It’s quite daring, I think, using them because it can be distracting. So well done! A sweet poem. I am not a good gardener but I feel so strongly that it is a wholesome and life giving activity that my lack of interest disappoints me.

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