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June

HAIKU

My lawn’s white beauty

       a cottonwood’s drapery

              provides June “dress-up”

3/20/90 Phyllis VanVleck

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MY NEIGHBOR’S UGLY YARD

 

People are aghast at my neighbor’s ugly yard

Because it insists on doing its own thing,

Surrounded by pampered manicured lawns.

At first glance it looks like Don King’s hair

In a windstorm, wild and untrainable.

 

I think Don King would like this yard,

That dares to be different.

Actually it has great appeal, and I yearn

To copy-cat, but I don’t want to face the wrath

Of the “Committee For Getting Rid of That Damn Yard.”

 

Lawns that look like velvet carpets are nice to lie upon

As you stargaze or cloud-watch,

But it will never offer up the glories of my neighbor’s

Patch of nature in the wild:

Wild flowers unfolding their beauty among the rocks,

Wisteria curling around a rusty wagon wheel,

Woodfern unfurling their fiddleneck fronds,

Bluebells ringing in sweet accord,

Sly jack in the pulpit peeking out from

Behind a piece of log,

Tiny bluets, hugging the earth, hoping not to be crushed,

A burst of yucca, slcing the air with it’s leaves,

Blue lupine, firebush, forest-green moss, poppies—

Flashing a symphony of color.

There are many minuscule flowers, so dainty

They take one’s breath away.

This little piece of paradise is a haven

For the butterflies, ladybugs, fuzzy caterpillars,

And toads who call it home.

Nature at its best.

 

My neighbor’s ugly yard?

 

            Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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AWESOME LITTLE PEST

 

 

Shaggy headed little flower

Yellow – like the sun,

You’re amazingly prolific,

For hundreds come from one.

 

Some say there’s beauty in your face

Like golden light of dawn.

But as you age, your hair turns white

And scatters on my lawn.

 

Then you stretch your scrawny neck

‘Til your ugly bald head

Is all that’s seen upon my lawn,

And I wish that you were dead.

 

Mama cooked your greens for dinner,

And Grandpa did his best

To turn you into homemade wine,

You awesome little pest.

 

I sprayed you with a chemical

And zapped your little crown.

I dug you out with trowel and hoe

And tried to mow you down.

 

My lawn was pristine once again,

No dandelions in sight.

But not for long, I should have known,

You’d multiply all night.

 

I plan and plot your last goodbye,

But your intent is clear —

That if I win the war this time,

You’ll just return next year.

 

2/17/93 – Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck   

 

3’rd … Indiana NPD 1994

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