Digging in Clay - a Poem

Gardening can be good for the soul
But planting means digging lots of holes

It's really light work with a sandy soil
But our heavy clay means a lot of hard toil

It sticks to the tools and it sticks to your shoes
The clay is so sticky like thick heavy glue

But the holes did get dug and the plants have new homes
And the flower bed looks better than it did a while ago

My poor back is aching from bending so much
It could use a nice soak and a good masseur's touch

The trowel is just covered with clay good and thick
And so is the fork, it's so hard to un-stick

As the rain starts to fall and the light fades away
I finish my job and put the scraped tools away

But first I must shuffle around on the grass
And try to remove an inch of clay that's stuck fast

My shoes are so dirty both outside and in
I have to try to clean them before I can go in

Then walk very carefully from kitchen to shower
Trying to not leave muddy prints on the carpet and floor

Finally all clean and the gardening done
It's time to cook dinner and sit me down some