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TOXIC GRASS FILLED WORLD

Writer: TONY SCARPATONY SCARPA

my secluded garden, showing summer glory

japanese maple's brilliant crimson foliage cascading down to sweep the patio with its graceful lines

potted white birches, expanded their leaves to welcome the warm sun

perfect heart-shaped and shimmering with each caressing breeze

potted evergreens assuming the flavor of the Orient

becoming bonsai in natural formation

early spring blossoms have shown their true colors, now shyly fade back 

soon the early summer blooms will explode into a confusion of color and texture

a day began with a cup of coffee and a walk in the garden

the leaves have unfurled, seclusion abounds

a place private and very loved

i scan the beautiful may sky, deeper blue than it will be in a few weeks

the sun glows more proudly each day

the plants are enjoying the warm spring sun each reaching out to absorb a taste

there is calm in my secret garden

safe behind a locked gate

birds will splash the water from the freshly filled bath

each making a tentative fly- by to scope the area

landing with a caw, or song announcing their arrival

before they send crystal jewels of light bursting forth

a fountain of fresh clean droplets accenting the air before crashing to the ground

birds love my garden for it is an oasis of safety and shadows

thick with foliage of varying heights, a place to cavort and swoop

void of the antiseptic carpet of grass

so common and so bland

i despise grass, the sight so fake, walking on it so alien, almost forbidden

a vast toxic footprint to maintain its glorified perfection

so much wasted, soil, water, time wasted to cultivate nothing

the constant affronts of noise and stench of fumes 

maintenance, maintenance, maintenance

my garden the glory of a summer shower gives it life times of drought a few sprays, carefully placed

no chemicals to poison it, or vast footprint to maintain it

no toxic imprint 

my garden allows secure places to create nests

cool shaded glades to escape from the hot summer sun

wildlife abounds from squirrels, daily visitors scampering everywhere

the opossum takes a nightly stroll before resting in the cradle of a tree

the rabbit will dig a tunnel

ignoring standard-issue suburban vinyl fencing

for a nibble of the wild berries provided just for their desires 

the raccoon cunningly will introduce himself through the doggie door

catching me off guard

sorry buddy not on my watch

to survey the abundant wildlife, welcomed to my small patch of garden

fills me with joy

for here they are free to linger and not be exposed to the toxins

surrounding my oasis

crisp fields of mowed, clipped, buzzed, trimmed antiseptic chemical induced grass

my neighbors worship

cookie cutter plots of vacuous, lethal green carpet

vacant of life, sprayed, powdered, sprinkled with droplets of poison

vapid, high maintenance in its banality 

befitting the neighbors perfectly, lacking character or personality 

grass clones safely tucked away in their personal illusions

viewing my garden as the anomaly of social abhorrence

growing naturally, freely safely, native mostly

trees and bushes planted by the wildlife themselves

for all to enjoy

a paradise found 

in a toxic grass filled world 

sadly when i am gone, a new owner will hack and chop

removing all that makes my garden special, unique

converting all to yet another backyard 

void of life and character

an enclosure of toxic green grass


tony scarpa


Farmland, grasslands and forest are all expected to be converted to urban use as US cities sprawl over the next 50 years, reports Conservation Magazine



 
 
 

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