Garden Work

Garden Work

Grany's energy and mood burst
with the spring arrival, she'd put on
a hat with the rainbow buttons sewed on it,
grab the hoe and begins to work on her garden.

When the green sprouts begin to emerge,
she's getting ready for the days to spray
pesticide; the image of little caterpillars
eating her little darlings; her lips curl. She'd
buy the best one and spray it over her babies. 
But wait; she pauses, thinking about 
the ground water pollution: pesticide and household 
cleaning agents can pollute our ground water sources.
so, they must be used and disposed properly. 

That ain't my problem. She smiles. As the article:
use the pesticide as instructed; don't pour the cleaning 
stuffs with water on the lawn or ground, and so on.

Looking at her green garden, she ponders,
what can be done more? Many things.
For now, she'd tend the new greens;
help them grow more. 

Garden Work is one of my three poems published in the 
Weekly Avocet--#497. 




Winter Haiku/senryu

Photo by Terra Delora–terradelora@yahoo.com
little bird and the budding leaves
listen to each other
urgent message from Nature

the whistling windows 
in the wee hour
lone buck in the moonlight

war invasion 
never a humanitarian purpose
crying children in hunger and cold

©Byung A. Fallgren



			

prairie evening charm

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like an obedient dog
waiting for his master
an old mailbox
waits for
its owner

Who hasn’t been inspired, one time or another, by countryside evening?
Even dingy, roadside prairie offers some poetic charm. Driving by the
countryside one evening, I was attracted by this weathered mailbox
whispered to me, “How’s it going, lady?” And I said, “Not too bad,
dude. Tomorrow will be better.” The last word lifted my somber mood,
and I found myself humming the rest way home.

–Byung A. Fallgren

 

 

a quote/Holmes

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I find the great thing in this world is not so much where 
we stand, as in what direction we are moving. To reach the 
part of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and
sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor
lie at anchor. 

--Oliver Wendell Holmes