Spring Thoughts

Spring thoughts

©2014 Rolland G. Smith

It’s Friday once again, you know.

Where weary workers choose to show

Four days of sweat and toiled tasks

Relaxing in night's freedom masks.

To bars and movies some will go

And others choose a Broadway show.

And some of you will find a chair

To toss your worries in the air.

If you’re retired, things do change.

Priorities may now seem strange

To those who need to work and toil

When all we need is new topsoil.

For me I know what I must do

What all retirees find true.

Old autumn leaves need to be raked

And vines and flowers must be staked.

There’re mowers, seeds and rows to start

Along with plants to set apart.

Some trims need paint and other’s nails

To keep a look for household sales.

I often think to let it go

But when it’s nice, I do not know.

A house is more than something owned

It is a home of love enthroned.

Where would we go if we left here

The South or West? Not North I fear.

The East would put us in the sea

And then we surely would not be.

So let me talk 'bout warming spring

Where flowers bud and songbirds sing.

I love the fact it's Friday too

And Winter's cold I've bid adieu.