MOLLY IN THE GARDEN

'Tis spring

Molly is in Florida

Visiting mom and dad

And her flowers

The ones that wintered there

Did not like the cold

Had no time for dormancy

(Their snowbird trek last fall --
Still a mystery) 

In Orlando

Nana and Boppa kept them busy
Preened and green

Let them strut their stuff

Now spring's hints 
Of summer's southern heat
Have led them to consider 

A retreat 

Molly timed her visit 
To return them to their summer digs
Back home, on her knees

She will fluff their dirt

And address them in their flower-ese

In no time they'll respond

And, I predict, astound
Their Michigan fans

Should you be one

Be sure to take note of their Florida tans

DRK

4/11/08

4/24/17

        

 

THE KITCHEN TRUCK

Alyssa and Hannah, aged three and four
Traveled to a lake shore camp ground

In a kitchen truck
Where daddy hooked up lights and heat
Hosed in water and hosed out muck.

A campsite, complete with acorn marbles
     To rain on our roof
     And cover the woods
With breakfast for the wild turkeys 
That joined us for bacon and eggs
     Though only the dog and Hannah saw
     The animals with just two legs.     

It was spring
And exploring the woods was the thing to do

Marinas, sight-seeing, dams?  Too adult
The kids wanted to collect
Bugs and worms

Outside into the cool, 
Back in to the heat
Boots on, socks off
Dirty feet, cold feet
Comings and goings became the rule

When rain kept us inside
Grandma’s stories brought snugglers to her side.
“Meme, will you  make another lap
So that I can sit there too?”

What was the big hit, 
our favorite?

Setting our clothes on fire 
with campfire sticks?
     What a laugh that brought                             
Seeing live catfish?
     Are these the fish that cats eat?
The place with the rocks and dead people?
     Definitely not

To our kids 
Feeling the soft fur of a dead deer 
Could not be beat.                   

Dennis R. Keefe

May 7, 2004
March 20, 2016

 

SPRING ASSERTS ITSELF

 

Every spring, every fall

This dynamic duo works fast

For a month or two

Changing the rules

 

Winter and fall, hauled away

Now, lawns to mow

Things to grow

 

Look at what’s coming up

Do you remember planting all those bulbs?

The clematis, fantastic

Roses, racing along

Must speed into bouquets

Before they become buds

Of prey 

 

Hanging baskets, for sure

New seeds.  What?  Where?

Petunias in the sun

Impatiens in the shade

Most I cannot name

 

Carole, spring’s enabler

Will give you the tour

Including the transplanted

Dependable hostas

 

All summer, attend we must

New plants and transplants

Old bird baths

A hummingbird feeder

Locate, clean, keep them going

 

And, of course, the birds

Cued by warming winds

Their intense songs

Announce new broods

 

Could you use an old paver?

Once a patio

Help yourself

Take a dozen

 

Carole’s hidden garden

Has a pagoda

To me, Zen

 

DRK

6/13/22