Working In The Garden

Working in the garden,
Down upon my knees;
Working right beside me
Are the busy bees;
Gathering the nectar
Of flowers that I plant,
And their gentle buzzing
Sounds like nature’s chant.

Working in the garden,
Not a pretty sight-
Slugs were there before me,
Working overnight;
They attacked the hostas,
Leaving holes in leaves;
Have to fight against them
While I’m on my knees.

Working in the garden –
Heard a buzzing sound,
Took a little searching,
But the source was found;
Guess the greenhouse ceiling
Must look like the sky,
Looking for a way out –
Pretty dragonfly.

Working in the garden,
Listening quietly
When I hear the birds start
Singing in the trees;
When I’m in the garden,
Kneeling on the sod,
Peace is all around me,
There I’m close to God.

© Fay Herridge
Published in Canadian Stories, Dec 2016/Jan2017