another gardening poem – June 26, 2015

we are
the invasive species.
Like weeds,
our broad green leaves
block out sunlight
to the seeded plants –
our well-adapted root system
drains away nutrients

from below.
we think
we are the fittest
for survival –
the quickest to adjust
to environmental shifts,

and yet the most
to superficial change.
we create
thoughts, make decisions
to ensure security
for our progeny –

they will belong
in the garden –
and they will
cover up our
alien origins.

Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian, archivist, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

3 thoughts on “another gardening poem – June 26, 2015”

  1. Interesting and pleasant flow from your grandfather poem through this one! The theme of gardening always includes awareness of birth, death and decay, and birth again, witnessed close up and in quick succession by gardeners, not different from our personal story of ancestors, our own present, our progeny. Following the introduction you have given to Dick Rankin, this feels rightly placed.

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    1. Thanks for the comment, ColeusLady. The weeds in my garden continue to amaze me. I have been allowing them to grow between the rows, but alas, they are soaking up all the water that falls from above. May have to do some thinning out this weekend. And yes, gardening has connected me to the story of my ancestors, as well as thoughts about those to come. Also connected are earlier poems about time travel, forwards and backwards. Thanks again for stopping by.

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