Pocket Garden
by Rachel Hoyt
image by Maggie Smith via freedigitalphotos.net
She lost the garden in her pocket -
One which she loved to explore.
She lost the garden in her pocket.
It was not forgotten on some floor.
She lost the garden in her pocket.
The groundskeeper said that she was banned.
She lost the garden in her pocket -
Now her library is a vacant book stand.
She lost the garden in her pocket -
Guts stolen, replaced with pocket lint.
She lost the garden in her pocket -
Canned contract speak her only hints.
She lost the garden in her pocket
But didn't enjoy life by herself.
She lost the garden in her pocket -
So she grew a forest on her shelf.
© 2012
Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved
This chant poem was inspired by news of a woman whose Kindle was wiped
and whom Amazon banned without explanation (because she griped?).
Read more rhymes by Rachel at her new column, Clickety Clack -
poetic news about Santa Barbarians talking back
