I Will Pity No Garden Poem by James McLain

Because nothing grew there when I was young.
For so long it was barren.
Flowers that bloom deep purple and red.
Pink flamingos that soar high over head.

The bark of the oak thick and rough, scratch our backs upon.
Not for me but for you it may be better so.
You take for granted a simple small seed.
From which a mighty green song has sprung it's majesty.

I see every bee that you I pray will see.
Why do you pay no attention to what it gives.
Giving it gives too you, 'your all, more than money.
Wings when held against your face the sun it shines.

My world because I had none
is one green and blue garden.

My sun is much hotter it can burn crimson highlander even brighter.
I am the chemical composition of photosynthesis I smell, I taste it all.
Where most see nothing but a job a menial chore.

I glory in because your every thing I know.
I hear music when it by the moon it grows.

In my garden are mountains as tall as the deepest well.
In my garden I will cut off the hand that harms my roses.
In my garden I will salt the land of any whom hang a sign
that leads one in the wrong direction, for that their harm of
causing harm when those cause harm for the sake of harm.


Do not litter my garden with your presumptions thereof.
What has been done to my garden I can't undue, you are.
Your garden is forlorn, because of what you did, I did not do.
My garden It does yawns loyal and is waiting but for you.

Come into my garden ready and enjoy the shade of peace.
Come into my garden and know joy and fish in each stream.
From my garden I ask only that those foot prints be erased.
And I would be honored to bundle every rose tied off with pink.
And every blue sky be filled with swings that touch the clouds.

My Garden has all your memories of its crushed memories.
I Will Pity No Garden when You Have No Pity For Mine.
I am through with begging I do not mind you thinking me stupid,
please let my words be green with life not black in death.
Do not misunderstand me, 'I have no interest in your politics.

Twenty years is long enough to right a wrong, that never was,
and some have tried to make a highway man once again.