Coming past neighbor's yard

Something struck me hard ...

He'd turned over part of path

Leading from road near garage 



And had seeded and fertilized 

Then fenced around his prize

A five foot brown-grey patch

And secured by a tidy latch



Just in time for rain to come

To contribute to growth some

And in a not too short while ...

There'll be grass to make smile



All the work thus'll be rewarded

As green comes in so guarded

From premature wearing-down

Of careless souls to make frown



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

9:17am Wed. April 15th, 1998