by Megan Shaw

Created on: May 30, 2010

Walking down Adams Street,

Perfectly manicured yards,

Flowers planted in precise rows,

Flowerbeds of solely red.

Grey and purple pots line a porch

Filled with all orange daises.

Bushes trimmed to perfection,

Not a sliver of green out of place.

I stop at a house that is different.

Splatters of yellow dandelions

Give the yard a touch of color.

Honeysuckle and morning glory

Climb wildly up the rails

Of the wooden front porch.

A lilac bush spills violently

Out of control down the fence line.

Dying green tulip stalks

Stand scattered between

Purple, yellow, and white

wild iris and pansies.

Day lilies of orange

stretch around the house

And spill over into the

wildly growing green grass.

I stand looking at nature;

Untamed, unpredictable, untethered.

I stand in front of my house.

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