Were There Five? Poem by Francie Lynch
Were There Five?
There were four high pines, straight, that branched out
over the hedge with holes.
They stood beside the cement goldfish pond
near the fence and alleyway.
From our rows of potatoes
and sprouting weeds,
The hedge ran across the back,
connecting the Tethercotts and Taylors,
Beneath the line of drying clothes,
all through the summer:
Boys stood betwen spade blades heeled into
mounds, and spruces, posing.
Over the hedge, baby carriages
and bicycles rolled between houses
With porches and silver antennas, chairs and striped umbrellas
on patios surrounded with green lawns.
Near one of the spades landed a red and white rubber
ball.
Delightful poem, Francie. Reminded me of my grandparents' farm; the trees there were poplar - a small difference - but you managed to take me back there so easily. You know, lad, I'm beginning to quite enjoy your poetry. Thanks.
Nice poem about taking down a tree in a park..so sad to see a tree being removed..no home for birds or squirrels.. congratulations on being selected for poem of the day..
You must have read the wrong poem. Mine's about being trapped and the wish for escape. No trees were harmed.
a good descriptive poem of what sounds like a homely place? ........well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Congratulations, Francie, on poem of the day! A fascinating poem.
Thanks, Kim.