Growing High Poem by (c) Colorofsky

Everything is growing high now,
with hints of Autumn everywhere.

By wooden, weathered picnic table,
alongside the weathered chair.

A wet, sodden yard, it lies untouched,
umbrellas of Toadstools, begin to rise.

Plantain, Wild Carrot, shoot straight and tall,
not seen by the landlord’s eyes.

The purple-flowered Thistle,
circumvents the once trimmed lawn,

Along with Black-Eyed Susans,
Both defiant, rooted strong.

The caretaker has been gone now.
The time has heightened stem from seed.

Now soaked yard, it is a playground,
for Goldenrod, Ragweed.

Oh, the caretaker is not here now.
The grounds are given one great try,

To sprout, straight and tall,
with hints of Autumn, Fall.
Ah! everything, ‘tis growing high.