The Brits know gardens.
We manicure lawns.
They see the glory in
a myriad of wild flowers.
We say weeds be gone.
They germinate.
We eliminate.
To imitate:
Something there is
that doesn’t like a
well manicured lawn –
Kentucky Blue
cut to the bottom of the sticks,
keep it neat through
and through,
but do make it quick.
We are adolescents.
They are our antecedents
our ancestors,
our grandparents,
the ones who know
how to preserve.
I’m not sure we deserve
such an inheritance
or anything more,
but give us a chance
and perchance
we, too, may yet grow
beautiful, British
gardens galore.