A wheelbarrow of gravel.

Such a simple thing.
A truck load of gravel, with rocks going ping., ping.
Small, light brown pebbles in a pile.
As I turned the corner, it simply made me smile.
The bright red barrow sat perfectly beside.
Shovels laying down waiting in hands to reside.
I see this and realize the beauty in this sight.
A humble request that soon took flight.
I see his smile as I capture his glance.
We know what this means, this load of these stones.
For we know this is more than a house, it's a home.
I call for our son to aide in this task.
His father is still strong, but with two it will go fast.
The shovel is digging and flying with speed.
A young fellow, wants to meet his parent's need.
I smile with each load that is carried.
Covering dirt, patches, things that could not be buried.
You must see and know from my heart what this all means.
There is more to this story than the gravel could bring.
We have talked of this task needing to be done.
Life once traveled so fast, and these tasks were no fun.
Now the treasure in a wheelbarrow of work.
Is knowing just how long, just how much it took.
To complete simple yardwork in our once complex life.
Is now quite easy and was done with little strife.
I'll forever see pebbles in a complete new light.
They became jewels that sparkle so bright.