When will we begin to see lawns
as being as exotic as hot house
flowers, as monoculture
& deep aridity in the face
of available biodiversity? Let’s remove
the lawn, roll its sod up for wherever
it is truly needed. We’ll have
a service & recognize its passing.
A choir will sing & we’ll chant praise
for rebirth. After the lawn service
there’ll still be lots of work to do:
we’ll put in vegetable gardens, plant
shrubs & trees & begin recreating
an edible landscape.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
“Lawn Service” is my August 22, 2012 poem for the postcard poem project. I used an antique card view of a huge segment of cut “Giant Fir Log from the forests of Western Washington” with its logging crew. I mailed the card to Sue of Chico, California.
Blessings to Sue and all, Andy