Concrete Garden Poem by Diana Holinski
Concrete Garden
I've got a garden in my yard
Outside my kitchen window
And the sounds that kiss my ears?
Not the wind rustling through plants
Not birds, singing as they plunder
Not the thud of hoe against soil
My garden grows in concrete
And the sounds that kiss my ears?
The shouts of laughter
The words of team spirit
The thud of basketball against pavement
That's the fruit of my toil
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4/26/2024 4:44:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the brevity and down-to-earth plain-spoken (yet eloquent) style of this poem. I like that it's drawn from real life and I can relate to it: I'm a basketball player myself, playing on asphalt or concrete, and enjoy the hubbub of kids and parents on the soccer field nearby. 'And the sounds that kiss my ears? ' - nice! Too many poems try to include too many ideas, a jumble to wade through. I tend to read the short, pithy ones - and this one is just right. Thanks.