Gardener at Heart - Book Two

Trespassing


I crossed a fence where it lay on a bank;

Two mossy posts had died some time ago;

On one, a lichened plywood square, now blank.

The sun had melted off the recent snow;

The grass was wide and empty in the breeze;

A stream with lots to say went down the vale

Between the feet of voluble old trees.

I leaped this dolly river to a trail

That topped a knoll where oaks grew tall and stout,

And there I leaned against a pendent limb,

The wind fresh in my face, the view spread out

From green to blue to lavender to dim...

      I crossed the fence, as lawless as a bear,

      And stole the thing of greatest value there.


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