August 6, 2011

Ode to the Stirrup Hoe

By: Mindy Brooks

Oh, slicer of weeds and
protector of back.

We were introduced,
oh agitator of soil, and
I stood tall, gloved hands
gripped tight, and scraped
you between the rows.

No more shall I crouch,
slouch and contort to
pick the cheat grass and
clover from between
the beats and carrots.

No more shall I spend
hours, shoulders crimson
from sun, sweat running
into my eyes,
to free the radish starts
from parslane invaders.

With no small contribution
from you, twice fold,
the garden has expanded.
Full-time office workers,
parents, we can
handle the work load
with aide of the stirrup hoe!

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