CHORE (title workshop)

OK here's my poem and I was actually TOLD by 2 different people that the title is weak

CHORE
Submitted by scribbler on Mon, 2011-01-31 09:08
It's time I check the spring pasture
during this rare late winter thaw
beneath bright skies of deep azure.
I'll walk there by way of the draw.

The usual crop of winter stones
which earth has pushed above the grass,
white quartz shining like old bones.
I'll gather up some as I pass.

They'll add to a stone walls girth
or outline the clear spring's source.
Of rocks there never is a dearth.
It will take some work, of course.

Next is time to walk the fence
to check for sags and broken wire
especially where the woods are dense
and across the boggy mire.

With luck I'll find that all is well
and not for too long be away;
just a walk among the dell.
I'll be home by end of day.