My Front Garden

My Front Garden

Adieu conformists,
I beg no pardon
For rarely mowing
My front garden.
It’s nice as it is. There’s
Thriving bits where the dog pisses and
Random streaks the mower misses.
Lady Smock and Daisy’s grow,
Dandelions through late spring snow.
Buttercups, clover sepals white,
Mixed together, every height.
It’s a little wild meadow.

Some like it trimmed, short and neat,
Cut in straight lines twice a week.
But that would defeat my plan.
I’m just letting it grow.
It’s a trick they’d do well to know.

By Dermy McNally

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