My Pretty Patch of Green/Poem/Bette Wolf Duncan

My Pretty Patch of Green
 Full of rocks, the ground around-
 with little fertile soil-
 and only random well-worn paths
 carved out of years of toil...
 with fields around choked up with weeds
 and crops, starvation lean...
 this you were to me, my love-
 my pretty patch of green.

 And all was oh so verdant
 on my pretty patch of green.
 A stream nearby hummed all day long,
 sibilant, serene.
 Birds were singing, flowers bloomed,
 as long as you were there.
 And oh, my pretty patch of green
 was all so very fair.

 But now no rain, since you've been gone,
 upon the earth's parched crust-
 and all around the dried-up scrags
 are filmed with gritty dust.
 And when the whipping, dust-filled winds
 sweep merciless and mean,
 my love, I think of you and miss
 my pretty patch of green.
 © 2005, Bette Wolf Duncan
 This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

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