Lakeside cottage, damp, musty.
Since last use, very dusty.
Spiders crawl, webs are spinning.
Mice abound, control winning.
Deck covered with dried up leaves.
Low branched trees are touching eaves.
Grass long, in need of a mow.
Boat in water, good to go.
Don’t want work all day at chores.
Rather start fire, eat s’mores.
Want to take boat out fishing.
For this break I’ve been wishing.
Open windows, air out house,
Put out traps, catch a mouse.
Cutting lawn, only hour takes.
This done, time for leisure makes.
As child, folks made me work
At chores, wouldn’t let me shirk.
As reward, to me, they’d give
Leisure time to swim, play, live
This lesson they taught to me
Helped as adult, me to see,
Hard work having it’s rewards
In the pleasure it affords.
For a couple hours worked hard
Hung up hammock in the yard
In breeze, as I gently swing
Think to this credence I’ll cling.
– – June Nash