I gaze through the porch screen
And see a bit of nature.
A garden of blooming flowers and herbs,
And maples standing tall.
Trucks roar down the road,
Releasing exhaust into the air.
Polluting it with noxious fumes
That I can smell from my porch.
That scent is replaced by another.
Mom's cooking through the screen window.
And I imagine the taste of watermelons and sweet corn.
Then the truck horn jerks me to reality.
Bottles crash into the can
While neighbors laugh in drunkenness.
I wonder once again what will happen
To this little bit of nature.
Homes sprout from the Earth like trees
From land once claimed by nature,
And I know the fate of mine
As I grip the plastic arms of my chair.
Author notes
This is a poem about the landscape around my home. I guess I focus on the depressing aspects of it.
Written August 27th, 2006
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i like the semi light hearted feeling this poem has and yet you still cry on the inside nice double ended sword luv.
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he he, drunken neigbors- i know how you feel!
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