Catnip Glen

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?