In the sweltering, heat of summer the young agronomist meticulously constructed plots that were sure as the beat of a drummer. <br /> <br />All edges square and level there would be no need for a shovel; the simple trowel for the hovel is all that would be required to display earthly beauty for he accomplished his duty. <br /> <br />The neighbors watched as he sowed his seed in the plots of ground for flowers to be found the neighbors thought how profound. <br /> <br />The greenery that grew the agronomist knew his efforts were true, to their chagrin the neighbors stuck out their chin chiding he must begin again. <br /> <br />Year after year, the grass grew tall until the fall with no flowers to show, tall grass and weeds was all that would appear. <br /> <br />There came a shower by happenstance the flower did appear but the agronomist donned his gloves and plucked it from the plot murmuring what you are doing here. <br /> <br />The agronomist looked at the flower and was very sour, as he threw the flower to the ground, uttering you have no business here. <br /> <br />For what neighbors did not know was that the agronomist donned his gloves to pull weeds and that is what he loved. <br /> <br />Terrance Tracy<br /><br />Terrance Tracy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ironic-agronomist/
