Lazy Beds

[Gerry]

Why they called them Lazy Beds
Is something I'll never know
You'll know them as the trenches
In which the pratties grow

With spade in hand I set to work
Either side of the rows of seeds
A heavy sod I dig it deep
Then flip it on its head

As I work down the field
I leave two deep scars
The raised bed in between
Sheltering the precious seed

The winter frost has done its job
All last years greenery it is dead
Now this black brown earth is up
Lets see nature take the lead

In their sodden trench they lay
Protected from the worst
For Springs heat they sit and wait
Before coming to life with a burst

Then by Summer, I cannot wait
I'll fork them from the ground
Beautiful floury white turbours
I dig them by the pound

A gentle wash is all they need
Then heat them on the grill
A little salad and we have a feed
With some garlic butter and dill

By Gerry Temple
Copyright January 2008