With May tall grass that wets my shin
I search the grounds at Catnip Glen
Finding asparagus, now and then
Old lilacs bloom for none this day
Save starlings and the deer that lay
Beneath the elms where grasses sway
And hawthorns pull my hat again
By harvest, corn will fill the bin
That lonely stands at Catnip Glen
A rusted gate where vines now spin
Wet clothes no longer hug the wind
That echoed sounds of past children
No pictures more, out on the lawn
Of birthday parties now long gone
Summers, Winters, endless dawns
And sunsets, who’d have thought they’d end?
Say, who knows where the plows have been
That should have turned old Catnip Glen?
My cats will notice where I’ve been
But I’ve no notion who lived in
The house they burned, with barn and pin
I pick the roadside spears so grand
Their memories evidence of land
That out produced its garden stand
For corn and soy, no horse or hen
To stride the grounds on Catnip Glen
While trees confer, remember when?
