" EVERGREEN "

Through the clean-clipped rows of mazes and myrtle,
I feel the heart of nature in the poetry of seeds and dirt,
Springing, upwards as if singing, the praises of her majesty
The passionate pundits impetus, glowing in evergreens
For it's the aged gardener's eyes, that have only ever seen
The, inherent beauty, in retaining usefulness
Like newborn foliage dreaming
Of remaining, ever green...

On some fond breast, an aging couples souls rely
On the milk from lessons learned, and promises kept with pride
Having looked so very deeply, and not just looked, but seen
The value in beauty bursting, through wrinkled evergreens
Their years spelled, "by the unlettered muse"
And not the churchyard elegy
That Thomas Gray wrote of,
But implied in living evergreen...

Through clean-clipped rows of hedges, and life's mystical gardens
I've learned the heart of nature, through the poetry I've sparred in
Bleeding music into eternity, and respect into aging queens
And the nobility in the tallest, of the forest's Evergreen...

Tony Taylor.  (Chicago)