And I hold
a daring garden
of selfish greens,
plants that push,
choke, take over
ruthlessly, a field
of whistling grass,
spotted with thorny
trees, and the trill
of a hungry bird –
this is my land.
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The Larkspur Horne 
Interesting 🙂
Glad it piqued your interest 🙂 Thank you
Amazing Poem.
Thank you kindly.