where is your garden?

We dug up tree roots

to repair the cracked sewer line.

The planter that was built of thick railroad ties

was twisted into angles

(like modern art)

by the workmen.

.

The hole was filled

with too much dry gravel

then covered in

soil and shredded paper,

hoping seed will stick.

So far, nothing.

This is our new creation.

Where is Your garden?

In my mind’s eye

and my soul’s heart

where no sidewalks break nature

and The Ox ploughs fields of beauty

where the hungry find rest.

Where is Your Garden?

a poem by Troy Cady