My Gardener

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Children's Poems, Nature Poems

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My favorite day is Monday.
That’s the day the gardener comes.
I love to watch him pull the weeds
And plant chrysanthemums.

Sometimes he cuts back our front hedge
Or prunes my climbing tree.
I watch him out the window
And he turns and waves at me.

He doesn’t use a broom to sweep.
He uses a machine.
Just like a white tornado,
It blows all our sidewalks clean.

He waves again before he leaves
And hums a happy hum.
But I wish he’d take his gloves off once
And show me his green thumb!

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