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Hedge Grow

The man, parting branches,
settled on the hedge,
giant feet firmly planted
in the ditch below.
People passing would comment
“How that man does grow.”
In summer they came to water him,
while spring marveled at the blossom
that formed about his lips.
Children shinned up his trunk,
grasped the spreading bower of his arms
that stretched south, until the day
he uprooted and walked out,
bad mouthing the scenery.

8 Jan 07

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 — unknown

Line 10 - shinnied

Cute poem.
 — Isabelle5

Thanks unknown

Larry privet individual lark
 — larrylark

Hi Isabelle

Cute is the word.

 — larrylark

so you know he walked out
while i was mowing the lawn

i am a virtuoso
at mowing the lawn

i like your poem
 — bettalpha

You should have let the grass grow long and kept a more careful eye on him.

Larry I can hear the grass grow Lark
 — larrylark