Our Backyard

(Some of these short poems see Creation as if through a child’s eyes. Some of them suggest a more mature view of the Creator. A few of them even reflect the long perspective of age. Most are not intended to be Scriptural, sometimes not even spiritual. Yet they may give your spirits a lift: By the middle of the week, who doesn’t need a chuckle or a changed outlook?)

§  Tiger lilies tall and straggly,
flaming orange flecked with black.
Grapevines grasping weathered arbors —
these embowered our yard in back.

§  Honeysuckle white and yellow,
swarming up our garden gate.
Dead stumps planted with petunias.
Hollyhocks all standing straight.

§  Honeysuckle red as coral.
(First we’d suck the sweetness dry,
then we’d float the flowers in water:
Tiny goldfish swimming by.)

    §  Damson plums, mock-orange bushes,
calicanthus dark and sweet,
rambler roses pink and thorny:
These made our backyard complete.
§  Other people’s yards were neater —
trimmed grass framed by flowerbeds.
Our backyard ran riot with color:
Yellows, purples, blues and reds. 
Copyright © 2016 by Perry Thomas

3 thoughts on “Our Backyard”

  1. I sent this to mom and she was delighted with the remembrances of her backyard. She fondly remembers the lovely smells wafting into the dining room on a hot day. This poem gave us the chance to chat about her memories of that well loved but untended outdoor space.

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