One Sunny Day Poem by Deva De Silva

"Wait, I must tell you this."
The greying old man in shades,
Hurriedly crossed the road to say
"I am 70 and you motivate me every day! "
Thanks, this is great to hear- I say
"Oh, you've already started! " the young woman exclaims
"Can't wait to see it! ' she says smiling, swaying away
Me neither- loving her words I say
"This is our favourite route for walks" the couple claims
"We enjoy exploring your garden." they linger to explain
I will not disappoint this year either- I say
"Is it 3 yards? " a man asks eyeing my soil hill on display
No,5 cubic yards, and I'm already done with 2- I say
"If only I was younger" another man contemplates
You are young at heart and that's what counts- I say
"Where's your help? " a woman hollers from her driveway
They've got lost on their way to the garden, I say
"You'll be at it all summer! " Another man yelps away
I'll be done in 3 days. Watch me! I say
"It is a tough job! " a neighbourly grandpa adds his two cents
Not for me- gloatingly I say
"Should I get my soil delivered? " another man debates
You should! It's the easiest way- I say
"You should buy a wheelbarrow, only $40 at most." he trails
I think I will- I say
"You'll wreck your back." A woman watching me grates
No worries, my back is already gone- I say
"Can I have your dead leaves for cows' bedding? "
What? That was a first I'd say!
"You are doing an amazing job! " they all agree and play the blame game
"How hopeless your previous home-owner used to be at it! " they say
I am grateful to him for designing it for me- I say
Head bent, losing myself in the soil, I wait for the next hearsay