National Poetry Month, V. 7.0, Days 23 and 24

Oops!!!!

I was so involved in watching the hockey game and hanging out with some friends yesterday, that I forgot to post yesterday!!!!  So, you get a two-fer!!

OK, so here's some background on today's poems:  I spent some time outside, tilling the soil for my new garden.  It was all manual, no machines, so yeah, it was just a little work - but nothing too bad.  Anyway, it made me think about all the springs that when I was growing up, helping my father till the soil.  Of course, that meant that he worked the machine, and we did all the other jobs that needed to be done, like pick the rocks out of the soil.  Oh, those rocks....there were so many.  we would add them to the "rock pile" that we kept - they came in handy on occasion - when pouring concrete for foundations, etc., but largely, the pile just kept growing.  Every once in a while we'd find a really big rock that we couldn't lift, and my father would have to do it, but this didn't happen too often.  Long story short - too late - in gardening today, I started pulling rocks from the soil, and creating a pile of rocks.

While doing this, the neighbor put his pittbull puppy outside, as he often does.  Levi.  Levi.......is a very social puppy, and he wants his people.  That is Levi's world.  It's pretty small, but he's pretty young.

So, there you have it.  I hope you enjoy! And, as always,

Thanks for reading,
Me

rock pile

at the corner of the old red barn,
on old pile of rocks,
taken from the garden every spring.
we'd walk behind, waiting for his big boots
to kick them up, 
and pick them up in the white buckets that hurt my hand.
we added them to the pile, 
they looked the same as the other rocks
encased in concrete that made the foundation.
the barn is gone, i think,
and the pile with it now,
but as i tilled the soil today for the first time,
my big shoes kicked up the stones,
and i began a new pile of rocks.

little Levi

little Levi is bored,
his toys no longer serve,
his imagination and playfulness
too much for his little realm,
so he stands in his backyard,
alone,
and dreams of being with people,
inside or out,
just a kindly voice to be there,
is all Levi wants.