The small dog and the gardener…

The grass had grown, was far too long,
My mower wouldn’t cope.
What if I trimmed it down a bit?
That might work. I could hope.

I got the trimmer all set up,
The dog would not go in,
Just stood there with a lolling tongue
And all-too-knowing grin.

“As if,” she seemed to say to me,
“You’ll manage on your own.
You need to buy a herd of goats…
You seen how long it’s grown?”

She had a point, ‘cause what with work,
And frost and rain and dew,
I couldn’t cut it when I should
And it just grew and grew.

And I’d already cleaned the pond,
The car and washed the floor,
But that was someone else’s house…
So, home to tackle more.

I fired up and got to work,
The trimmer slicing grass,
There’s green stuff flying everywhere
With every sweep and pass.

I’ve got the knack, it’s working well
And looking neatly mown…
But after just a yard or two
My muscles start to groan.

The dog looks on, all smug now,
And she says, “I told you so.”
But now I’ve got a tonsured lawn…
The rest will have to go.

The trimmer is vibrating
And with every pass I make
My wrists are swelling nicely
And my back is one big ache.

I persevered and got it done
And stood back to admire.
I couldn’t lift a whisker now,
My hands are pretty dire.

By this time I can’t hold a cup,
I’m needing rehydrating,
And though I’ve switched the damned thing off
My bones are still vibrating.

The small dog saunters over,
Looks me right between the eyes,
“What do you think you’re playing at?”
It’s really no surprise…

“You’re getting old,” the small dog says,
“One day you’re going to heed me.”
She pee’d upon my lovely lawn.
“Now come on in and feed me.”

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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83 Responses to The small dog and the gardener…

  1. Such a great poem, Sue. I hope you had a great Easter.

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  2. Ritu says:

    Oh sue, I think Hubby is feeling your pain too… His lawn can’t be cut at the moment because of the fact he’s in plaster… And I can’t do it… The grass cuttings send me off into a terrible asthma attack because of the pollen!

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  3. Well, at least you got it done. I’m sure you’ll stop vibrating soon. 😉

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  4. jenanita01 says:

    I get this when I use the hedge shears, and its not bloody funny… What we need, is a man who can…

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  5. Wonderful poem, Sue. Thank you.

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  6. joylennick says:

    A great poem. Ha ha……

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  7. A lovely poem, I could see it all. Her highness’s pee is a blessing for a job well done.

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  8. Alli Templeton says:

    Smashing poem, Sue. It captures the sympathy we get from our pets perfectly! Hope you’re feeling better now, it must be hard on your hands. I really feel for you.

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  9. judithhb says:

    All knowing dogs – hum

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  10. scifihammy says:

    hahaha This is hilarious! 😀 And I totally get it. – But I hope your muscles have recovered a bit by now. 🙂

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  11. Jennie says:

    Delightful poem, Sue. I can only imagine your aches and pains! Give Ani a pat for me.

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  12. fransiweinstein says:

    My wrists ache just reading this. Hope you’ve recovered. Getting a goat sounds like a good idea to me. What does Ani think?

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  13. V.M.Sang says:

    Great poem, Sue. My lawn needs cutting, too, but can’t do it as hubby is building a garden bench and seems to be using much of the garden to do it!

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  14. Violet Lentz says:

    A little Ani always brightens my day.

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  15. Oh, the wet-grass blues. Where you’ve gotta stop every 3 steps, tilt the mower up, and shake til the clippings free themselves and blow free.

    Just mulch it when it’s this bad, the bag’ll jam.

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  17. Ah, I love it when poems contain stories! Had a good time.

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  18. Ouch. Sorry to hear about your hands, Sue. Ani has some good advice – time for a goat.

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  19. sweet sweet Ani. Lovely poem Sue.

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  20. dgkaye says:

    Sue, I’m going to have to start calling you Jill – Jill of all trades, lol. You’re like the Energizer Bunny for goodness sake! Good job on the observing and overseeing Ani. ❤

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  21. And just when you thought it was safe, Ani strikes again. Wonderful, Sue. You made me smile on a dreary day in NJ. ❤

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  22. Widdershins says:

    I attack the lawn with a trimmer when it’s too wet as well … and it’s funny how some bits of grass grow way faster than others. 🙂

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  23. In the midst of grand poetry, I was going to make a practical suggestion that worked for me: buy a used electric lawnmower. They weigh very little and you just have to work really hard at not mowing the electric cord.

    We have solved the lawn problem by essentially not having one. We have a flat area that needs mowing a few times a year, but it’s not grass. Whatever grows there is “grass” to us!

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    • Sue Vincent says:

      I have an ancient hover mower…the only thing that will work on this unevenand broken patch of green… and a trimmer. If it gets too long, the trimmer is the only option.

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  24. Dale says:

    My muscles ache just from reading this!

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  25. noelleg44 says:

    So fun, Sue. I see Ani has her ducks in a row, as usual. I tried doing some mowing for my husband but I don;t have the strength to pull the cord hard enough to start the mower!

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