Sorry, friends and neighbors
My lawn will not be nice
The leaves will not be harvested
Oh no!

My rake is twinned with glory vines
Beside the garden fence
I cannot, won’t, be moving it 
At all!

It might rob those vines of a place to grow
Deprive them of support,
And I could never do that to them
No, no!

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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