The Green Wheelbarrow (IP)
By Silver Spun Sand
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Why not Carlos Williams’
red one, complete with white
chickens? Why choose here
to have her brood? A family
of six new-born moles tucked
inside...the size of each,
no bigger than a two-pence
piece. I’d always waged war
on the blessed creatures...
what with digging up my lawn,
not to mention my leaks
and my prize broad-beans,
but the babies were so sweet.
A rockery project underway –
needed the barrow to cart
the blocks of stone...
but tomorrow would do –
just for the night I’d leave
them be...
and next day they’d gone.
Now...one year on, they’ve
brought me to my knees...
stuffing garlic down their
runs at the ungodly hour
of midnight, and I repeat,
‘Dear Lord above, of all
the wheelbarrows, in all
the yards, of all the world,
why my green one?’
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Ha, ha! Dear Tina, I had to
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new Silver-Spun-Sand Hi!
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They sound so sweet indeed,
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Wonderful Tina- your heart
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another brilliant
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I prefer your poem over his,
barryj1
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