Poem: And Half a hedge…

“I’ve been really busy cleaning up,”
Said she in response to my question.
“I use the summer as time to gain control …”

The other nine months
Melanie teaches piano
To seven, eight, or nine year-olds.
She gets “playground recommendations”.

Melanie lives in a house that is a hundred.
Near the seaside, she watches storms roll in, scattering birds high above,
And inhales the salty breeze.

The front lawn belongs to the cat,
Who defends her turf with determination.
Early mornings are a time for indignant squawks
As Pixie fights it out with the Toms next door.

Melanie tends the large back garden182
With its patio, terrace, koi carp pond.
A haven for wildlife,
With shrubs and trees that she allows to get comfortable.

But sometimes the plants get too comfortable,
And then it is time to clean up.
“I took my car to the dump,” said she.
In response to a recent question,
“I had:
A large assortment of grass clippings,
A pile of dead leaves,
Nick’s TV that’d blown up
Two dead computers
And half a hedge…”
I laughed.

–Cynthia Haggard writes short stories, novels and poetry.  During the day, she is a medical writer and has recently opened her own business.  For more on her creative writing, go to spunstories.  For more about her medical writing services, go to clarifyingconcepts.  (c) 2008. All rights reserved.

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