Surburban Wilds Poem by james watkin

Surburban Wilds



Tall grass, that was lawn.
A moor's. Meadow's!
Suburb's repose, through it
Now wilder blows.
Of whose primal fear
Smoulders, jungly.
Paradise to cats;
Tame, formerly!

Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humour,garden
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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