Two feet ahead
toe to ankle in line,
just twenty four inches...
plus or minus point nine.

My arm outstretched
sans a measuring tape,
zero air space between
no gap or gape.

Size thirteen's crushing a clod,
leaving prints sole deep
bending over the sod.

Dirt from the roots
caked in cross hatch treads.
Thirsty mosquito's
swarm 'round my head.

Holding still in a garden gnome pose
pant leg is wet
from the split leaking hose.

Two feet ahead
an upturned rakes tines
twenty four more inches
toe to ankle in line.

NICE

Nice poem .

Thanks for the feedback, Robin & Julie.

Happy Easter Technovative