An Abandoned Garden The Society September 25, 2012 Poetry By Robert Crawford By August I noticed the lack of care, And now in September I feel the despair; The rusting tools, the vanished rows, Reveal an all too brief affair. The hopeful beginning has come to a close As a meeting place for sinister crows And devious weeds planning for when They’ll make this a plot where anything goes. What kind of errant husbandman Would let it fall to field again? I think I know, I’ve met a few: A fine egalitarian— The type of man, a touch askew, Who holds the universal view, “To everything, a heart be true,” But saves desertion just for you. © 2001; originally printed in Troubadour: Best of Rhyme. Related Post ‘The Chinese Bill of Rights’ and Other Poetry by... The Chinese Bill of Rights In China, laws regarding human rights May keep a simple man awake at nights, Suspecting that a Mand'rin guten Mo... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.