If you live in a home where there is a Homeowner’s Association, I think you will be able to relate to this poem by Carl Scott Harker. And even if you do not have official scrutiny on your yard and garden, most of us feel some pressure, at times, from neighbors to keep only certain plants in our gardens.
The association has sent Their annual message of warning Remove those weeds or Property values will fall.
So pressured, my hands are again Set against the plants I love.
Some of the visitor plants Are brought here by the wind, Others are delivered by birds Who say add these to the garden We will use them all summer long.
For sixty years I have pulled up Dandelions, yet To the delight of children – And the bane of civilization – They survive.
And on the land Under my current care,
Once in my teen years I gathered the yellow petals Of dandelions and made wine. (Thank you, Mr. Bradbury.) One bottle came about And was shared with a friend In his parents’ mobile home. It had a haunting taste.
An hour of sweating in The afternoon sun is enough, A judicious pulled plant here And few vines pulled there will suffice For the passing, judging eyes, While, I, in more hidden places Will continue to enjoy the beauty Of the immigrants from the wild.
Copyright © 2019 Carl Scott Harker
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