When vegetables are all we grow.

Harriet Holstein hurried-worried.
Having heard casual conversations-vegetarians-vegans-
voicing vegetable varieties- problems presented by populated pollutants
who should for the sake of future generations
be removed from the fields
to grow lentils-beans and other such yields.
Greta goat giggled-Peter pig pondered.
What a peculiar world it would be,
no animal to see.
Where would they all go-
into a zoo-
put on a show-
where will it all end-
whose to know-
when vegetables are all we grow.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Haiku to a snail

Eaten by a snail
To garnish gardens glory
Dahlias sadly fail.
Jpoet7

It didn’t stay long but beautiful while it lasted

A tapestry of lace now shrouds
beneath a canopy of clouds
amidst loud laughter futures made
a place where children played.

A half door swinging in the breeze
raucous rooks in trembling trees
await the labourers return
potatoes, cabbage, butter churn.

No motor cars no patios
fancy clothes or panty hose
happiness was all around
people’s feet firm on the ground.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )