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Poems to make you smile (and cry) about everyday life by Paul McCann
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You are welcome to share my poems, but please acknowledge the source and don’t take them as your own.
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A Pruning Of The Day
By Paul McCann
In life one thing leads to another
which leads me to tell you this particular tale I suppose .
One fine morning my wife said to me,
It's that time of the year again,
I think you could prune the rose.
Right then says I and off I went to get the clippers from the shed .
The next thing I started to prune.
The neighbour passed by and said ,
Good morning. Hard at it then
Yes I said , I'll be finished soon.
I was snip-snipping away when the window opened .
It's that time of the year,
you could move the rose.
Right then says I so I dug up the rose and placed it into a new bed
then gave it a light hose .
The window opened again .
I didn't really want it there.
Could you plant it up the other end. Right then says I ,
but the other end was in such a mess
it was a job I just had to attend .
I pulled out weeds, dug up roots ,
then I thought while I'm at it I may as well extend the rockery .
So there was I with rocks around me
and a rose pruning job that turned out to be a mockery
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Everything's In Full Bloom
By Paul McCann
The bud became a flower and the flower began to bloom
Summer’s almost over now and winters coming soon.
Jack Frost’s got his coat on and it’s blown by the wind.
Someone’s knocking on the door it’s cold my love come in.
Outside winters shadows are ghosting across the sky.
Stay with me my love until its time to say goodbye.
Wrapped up in woollen blankets that’s kissed against our skin,
winters almost over now and spring will soon begin.
I stepped into the garden and picked a rose for you.
The garden’s beautiful and the sun is shinning too.
So while the days grow long now together we’ll become ,
wrapped up in the twilight of another setting sun .
Lying on the golden sands as waves crash on the shore.
The sounds around me are so much clearer than before.
The sunbeams are so bright now I’ve shades before my eyes
filtering what blinds me as the glare around me dies.
A lifetime is a season to love for you and I
and we know the love we share will never ever die,
because it blooms in our heart and its beauty will grow
It will bloom in the summer, it will fall with the snow .
Love is in the sunshine ,
its in the hail and the rain .
Love's here and everything is in full bloom again ,
Put away that chilled touch like a hand inside a glove
Now everything is in full bloom again my love .
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Regarding Gardening
By Paul McCann
It's a hard graft, no bloody laugh ,
this back yard work .
Hands full of dirt ,
swatting the flies around your eyes .
Lifting dog lugs,
spraying the bugs .
Grunting .
Groaning .
Blooding , boning .
Plotting .
Potting .
Lopping, chopping .
Raking .
Breaking .
Shaking .
Aching .
Propagation .
Dedication .
Transplantation .
Recreation .
Sowing new seeds .
Throwing out weeds .
Treating clover .
Bending over .
It's not easy .
Bendzee kneezees .
On my leisure ,its a pleasure this endless work .
Without a shirt a man must sweat .
With beds he's put his punnets in.
His gardening is in his hands,
but it demands a lot of time .
With God's sunshine to germinate,
gardens create life once again .
Holding the rain in tanks the go .
So spare a 'mo .
Breath in the air while you water .
Gardening's gift gives you a life .
It's therapy upon your knee .
A gardens worth of life on earth spent in good time .
Laying down lime .
Seeing crops reap .
Working the peat into the ground .
The plants you spoil with fertile soil .
Keeping grass down back and front both .
Cutting back growth .
Raking up leaves from all those trees in your back yard .
It's very hard .
Thorns on roses .
Tangled hoses .
Fertilizer dung in the air .
Trimming hedges .
Doing edges .
When it is cool clean out the pool
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An Autumn Snapshot
By Paul Mc Cann
As naked trees stood captured in the silence
of Autumns lonely sound,
I caught old man with my camera
with the leaves on the ground.
The snapshot of an old man reflecting at life
came through the lens.
The long shadows and the bleakness
that the presence of Autumn sends
placed itself in a frozen moment of time,
in a framed snapshot .
Snapped in the nick of time ,
Shutter speed for where the sun never shone .
Snipped like buds in a darkroom,
all the flowers of Autumn had gone .
New life will blossom once again
long after the old man is dead,
Clipped back for new growth.
Life continues in the years that lie ahead .
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