Friday, September 06, 2013

POEM - Jungle in the Corner

In the corner of the front yard
Of my grandparent’s house
There is a little area
Where the roof line comes down low
And there is a little garden
Where we would always play

The little corner is secluded and peaceful
It’s where the elephant ears grow
Up over the birds of paradise
With their striking plumage
Silent and watching
As I enjoy my jungle life

And I liked to sit in that corner
Under the shade of the giant leaves
Watching the light push through
Change from the bright yellow shine
Becoming a soft green caress
As it filters through the chlorophyll

I watch a crawling snail and hear the echo of lions











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