Winter has waned away too disappear And the sun has found us defrosting here, A harsh shivery winter is gone at last And milder sunny days are coming fast. Days were long until the grays were gone And I watched stormy skies but not alone, As I checked off time waiting for sunshine So did that prize winning neighbor of mine. Yearly there is a cliffhanger contest to see Who the green-thumb gardener will be And Mr. Jones next door wins every year Taking grand prize with a snooty cheer. The village judges vigilantly make rounds Checking contestants garden and grounds Seeing who from sunny spring to chilly fall Will present the most beautiful yard of all. Jones next door spends hours galore working And peering over the hedgerow smirking, The yard is gorgeous around his big house And he toys with me like a cat with a mouse. Teasingly he never fails to give me a ribbing About how each year he wins the blue ribbon, Forever bragging of winning the grand prize With that impish twinkle in his beady eyes. But I'm gonna have some glorious spring flings Planting flowers and other bright bonnie things, I'll be in a dither rushing hither and yon Tending the splendor until that ribbon is won. I solemnly vow this year the blue ribbon is mine From spring to autumn my grounds will outshine, His yard will be second best in the beauty contest, Mine in glory will be more beautiful than the rest. This time next year I'll pin that ribbon to my chest And tease Jones about who's green thumb is best, Keeping up with the Jones's is an unending chore But this year I'll win, but then who's keeping score? ©Written by: Kenneth J. Ellison 03-05-09 Song title: "Arc En Ciel" Return   Poetry By Ken   Guestbook   Email Ken To send this page to someone