Long Gone Gardens
People always talking.
Talking about their gardens.
I got no garden.
Use to have one.
No I had two.
Vegetables in the back yard.
Flowers and herbs in the front yard.
That was years ago.
I had a house.
Now I live in an apartment.
No space for a garden.
No time for a garden.
Long gone gardens.
I still visit in my dreams.
The rosemary remembers me.
Prairie coneflowers.
Walkways of old paving brick.
My kids still young.
Them asking why we are here.
Cosmic question prompted by a peapod.
Me saying that we are here to grow.
Always here gardens.
People always talking.
Talking about their gardens.
Talking about their gardens.
I got no garden.
Use to have one.
No I had two.
Vegetables in the back yard.
Flowers and herbs in the front yard.
That was years ago.
I had a house.
Now I live in an apartment.
No space for a garden.
No time for a garden.
Long gone gardens.
I still visit in my dreams.
The rosemary remembers me.
Prairie coneflowers.
Walkways of old paving brick.
My kids still young.
Them asking why we are here.
Cosmic question prompted by a peapod.
Me saying that we are here to grow.
Always here gardens.
People always talking.
Talking about their gardens.
posted by Fred Garber at 9:51 AM
8 Comments:
Cosmic question prompted by a peapod.
That says so much. Alliterative, too.
MB....thank you! My garden was always a great joy to me and in the quiet of the garden my very young children asked the profoundest of questions.
Do you still grow something , Fred? Herbs or flowers in windowboxes? Houseplants? I find this one of the most difficult aspects of living in a condo, and try to grow things anyway. I think I need to see them growing and changing - your poem is poignant for me.
Beth...I am growing nothing now. This weekend I hope to get a small container garden going. Just some herbs and a few tomato plants. I do miss watching the "growing". Thanks for your commwnt!
When the Amish moved into the valley below us, we no longer had any compelling reason to grow vegetables - being surrounded by woods, we had to go to war with the wildlife, erecting high fences to keep the deer out, trapping and shooting woodchucks. I like not having to do that anymore. But I still have a few herbs in my butterfly/hummingbird garden - and I miss the vegetable garden a bit.
Dave...We live 3 blocks from a farmer's market that offers a nice variety of veggies etc. during the growing season. But I do miss the partipation in the growing of my own food!
even though i highly resented pulling weeds in the garden and failed to see the zen in such activities(tho i do now) the garden(both front and backyard) exists in a very warm and special place in my memory...everyonce in awhile i'll drive by that old house and silently curse the son of a bitch who tilled up those gardens...that yard at one time was middle earth, a world war ii battlefield and the scene of many star wars movies that were never made but much better than any of george lucas' efforts...
You make me cry! That front garden was a special place.
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