When the sun is shining I can not stay inside
It is out of doors that I want to reside
The housework and necessary chores will wait
Don’t hold me back, I am charging the gate
Of course I mustn’t forget my wide brimmed hat
And a liberal application of sunscreen… Splat!
I enjoy mowing and tending to my garden flowers
Nothing compares; it gives me pleasure for hours
Too bad I am reminiscing and having these thoughts
Releasing a summer dream is leaving me distraught
Today I will finish raking the dead brittle brown leaves
Cold gusts of wind and intermittent flakes are thieves
The sun is shining and it is a knit scarf I now wear
A hefty jacket and gloves cover skin that was bare
Dry stems with seeded heads fill the yard waste bin
Soon blizzard snows will freeze my hemoglobin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awe T....at least your still outside...better then in doing the housework....It's always my excuse to be out there anyway...anything but indoor work..: O)