Passing by the neighbor up on the hill

Is seen the richness of fuller head still

Where he dug up the ground and reseeded

In about a four foot square, where needed



And now that grass has come up so lush

Looking so rich in deep green, hushed

Am I, and just a little envious, to be sure

For grass will not grow in my yard so pure



All I get is weeds, and brush, and other stuff

Grass surely lacks because there's not enough

Rich soil, devoid of all the roots from giant oak

Which are embedded in the soil, and so, do poke



Up through the top layer, making lush grass a dream

Preventing any real substance to a neat lawn so green

And so any real fuller head which ever comes to me 

Is in the cultivation of thought processes - quite free ....



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:10am Thurs. June 11th, 1998



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