“ . . . very few are able to tell exactly what their houses cost.”
This is my lawn. I planted it, I grew it,
and I work hard ensuring it’s attractive.
I keep it clear of every type of pest.
I rake it and I mow it. I see to it
that no stray dogs stray here. It keeps me active.
God sends the sunshine, and I do the rest.
That is my fence, where I go lean to eavesdrop.
Outside of my own thoughts, I hear the quiet
of many smaller creatures barely moving.
In the fall, sometimes I can hear the leaves drop.
My land is mine. I have worked hard to buy it.
It’s one thing I can always be improving.
In it, I find it’s easier to find
the natural boundary of my heart and mind