The Gardener Manqué

Italian stone pine cone wood block

Italian stone pine cone wood block

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gardener Manqué

 

The pines were planted plenty far apart.

A fool could tell they’d never fill the space,

But dreaming’s cheaper than a three-inch tree.

They would eventually, I was sure,

Outgrow the gallon pots I had them in;

And fill the space; survive the deer and out

Compete the weeds, the gophers eating up

Their roots, ground squirrels, skunks, and especially

An owner who’d forget to water them,

And who’d forget where they were planted when,

On rare occasions, he would mow the weeds

In that forgotten corner of the yard.

And still they suffer from that mindless fool.

In only thirty years, the trees

Are fully grown and overwhelm the space

They were allotted. How do you decide

Which tree to cut when you, for thirty years,

Have watched them grow from three-inch potted plants?

 

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