raking with the breezes <br />as long as it pleases <br />just a patch with no boundaries or limits set <br />maybe from that rose bush <br />newly decked in its spring green or <br />from where the grass begins its brown <br /> <br />Raking is fun with lots of company, <br />wild onions clumping all around, <br />the daffodil hugging the Maple tree, <br />waving its hands excitedly, <br />a neighbor’s cat huddled by the edge of the hedge contentedly, <br />the happy bird somewhere in the tree, <br />the tendrils of ivy crawling out and playing tag with me. <br /> <br />Raking is fun, <br />freeing violet blooms from winter’s blanket, <br />gathering rows of grass, twigs, and leaves <br />and all of autumn’s leftovers, <br />scooping them up and letting them sift and <br />drift into the bin, <br />crunching them down, crunching them down <br />into the big recycling bin. <br /> <br />The neighbors passing by might wonder why <br />What’s with the patch? <br />not knowing what fun ranking can be <br />in the sun with breezes while it pleases. <br /> <br />With the rake hanging on its peg, <br />finally laid to rest, <br />the breezes some day will welcome me <br />free from all boundaries <br />and we will play again.<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raking-is-fun/
