Above & beneath the peppy trees

In Grammar’s Garden the poppies grow

between the weeds; crow on crow,

that mark our place: and in the ground.

the worms slither round and round

in the grass you can hear the tweet

of the small little green parakeet

as you look out at the tree

you will soon see

the patchy brown bark peel

making you do a small kneel.

in the distance, you will hear the dripping

of the rusty ripping pipe

as the sun starts to spin

it will start to put a smile on your chin.

as I look down, I can see the moss.

shine on the red brick gloss.