My Garden Poem by Kevin Patrick
My Garden
3 feet high, and counting parallel far and wide
My Garden grows and overflows with weeds and grass
their nimble arms crawl up my house, and neatly bind
as coats of moss knocks on my door with earthly mass
my bayview windows will have branches for silk blinds
down in my hollow I can safely lie and hide
and then no one will ever see me anymore
and I can sleep like happy bears with full stores
fences rot, chipped with roots of creeping vines
my patio begins to look like some lost ruin
Tall trees loom, their shadows tumble through the sky
Ribbons of sunbeams dance in golden illusions
A thousand birds make their nests above the trees
And warren of rabbits makes their home beneath the leafs
Sometimes a deer comes by without any reserves
The whole backyards turned into a nature preserve
Step outside and there's my own private safari
tribute to the days of primeval horticulture
when Time stood still and nature was in no hurry
and the beasts still made temples for our mother
for I refuse to cut a single blade of grass
My garden serves the days of the distant past
When all the world was an Eden and not a tomb
And I can live my dying days in fullest bloom
MAGNIFICENT! Nature at its best! Your wonderful garden has been brought right before my very eyes because of the superb imagery you set forth in this marvelous poem.
Gardens bring us close to nature, but manicured gardens, looking from this point of view, take us that much away from nature. Yes of course weeds and grass gown naturally have equal place in a garden. Well said.
Tremendous, Kevin. Reminds me of Emily Dickinson. Nature can secure a tomb and become what ushers us off the mortal coil. We tend, however, to romanticize nature. No problem there, but it can be too much of a focus on that which nurtures us. If we focus on that, we focus on the egocentric. At a certain stage, nature takes what's left...to nurture others. This one goes to myfavourites.
We love both decorated garden as well as natural garden. We love all gardens across the globe but your garden is special as this has carried nice imagery for interesting poetic expression. Your garden is of course special.
Gardening is a healer. With the solitude it certainly works wonders. Creative words.
NICE POEM SIR.A very different description of gardens.Really a good garden that shelters many lives.
Nicely presented.. I loved it.. clear 10 dear My garden Thursday,20th August 2020 is it not the human garden here of the universe? where we feel no curses! and see the rise and fall of seas with shaking of branches by giant trees Jadia Hasmukh
fences rot, chipped with roots of creeping vines my patio begins to look like some lost ruin Tall trees loom, their shadows tumble through the sky Ribbons of sunbeams dance in golden illusions A thousand birds make their nests above the trees And warren of rabbits makes their home beneath the leafs Sometimes a deer comes by without any reserves The whole backyards turned into a nature preserve ... extraordinary writing..Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 11:39:24 PM # 1.0.0
The poem expresses in beautiful detail the wonderful attributes of this garden and the joys and usefulness that it brings. Every stanza stands out imbibing in the mind the difference of a well maintained garden from a pristine one. Liked the last stanza and its wonderful message. 10+++++and onto my Poem List.