Sonnet #69

When people come to visit I must tell them

Welcome to the jungle house. So much grows

In every little corner, there's a plant that knows

Where all the sun is, and spreads to fill in

Three papayas fruit along the walkway

Spread their arms, duck underneath to pass

To where the sweet potato vines smother grass

Beside a lemon tree at our front door. I say

that I could harvest something every day

What use is grass and weekly chores of lawn

When fruit trees work so hard for little pay

And flowers call the butterflies in swarms?

Welcome to the jungle house, where we laze

We planted forests, let it work, avoid the uniform