clarakatalin

Sweat drools down my face,
Salty taste on my tongue.
With peppermint bug spray,
So far no bugs have stung.

Some crops do well;
Others are a bust.
Bugs get to many;
At least they don’t have rust.

Sometimes all sweaty,
My clothes a bit wet.
I sure need a shower,
But no time for that yet.

Build up the compost,
Water if soil is dry,
Pull all those weeds up;
At least I have to try.

Do a bit of harvesting;
That’s the satisfyin’ part.
All the work I’ve put in —
It’s warming to the heart.

As soon as I come in,
Take a shower right away.
Don’t want those chiggers and skeeters,
To start their itchy way.

Ah, now time for a cool drink,
Chug that water down.
Have a seat in the parlor,
A smile replaces frown.