Caspar’s claimed my garden for his own
Caspar’s claimed my garden for his own,
reneging on accords our grandads made.
The soil’s spoilt and nothing now will grow.
Invasion comes from unexpected foe –
he digs for victory with shiny spade –
Caspar’s claimed my garden for his own
These few square metres form a battle zone,
a barren patch where phosphates have been sprayed.
The soil’s spoilt and nothing now will grow.
I’m left to fight this bully all alone –
the neighbours’ WhatsApp group observes, afraid.
Caspar’s claimed my garden for his own
His barbecue, his labrador, his drone…
He’ll hold this ground until objections fade.
The soil’s spoilt and nothing now will grow.
He builds his empire, shifting marker stones.
With every war, the atlas is remade.
Caspar’s claimed my garden for his own
The soil’s spoilt and nothing now will grow.
Allen Ashley
Photo Credits: All via Pixabay
Ukraine Flag and Soldier: Lukasjohnns
Flowers: Ralf_Fotos
Dolls: Semppis
Planes & Snow: Vika_Glitter
Lab: viaatje; Drone: dmncwndrich; Barbecue: AnnRos
Tank Map: joa70
Bullet: SaveUkraine
Boy Flag: ELG21
Strawberry Girl by Allen Ashley
The Teatime Tarzan by Allen Ashley