Jane Evershed – artist in the garden

©2008 Evershed Card Collection

Urban Delight

The street eating graffiti takes no pity on your soul,
Yet a garden chanced upon, in a sea of concrete
Works magic in your bones,
Like foliage embracing stones.

Tilled soil gives birth to bluebells,
Baby’s breath silences the endless traffic
As urban gardeners work miracles,
With seeds of hope.

©2008 Evershed Card Collection

Sustain

Let us water an urban hymn of her
She, the garden, within our cities
A model of life, of love and diversity,
Community gardens everywhere
Are threatened by “development’s” greedy glare.

Till all is concrete with nothing green anywhere.

No poem should ever have a web address in it
But really we are talking about health on this planet,
So here they are, they even rhyme
Visit www.src-mn.org/SRC
and www.worldwidewamm.org
No internet? Go to your library and connect.

A garden is only a tiny first step,
For until we have learned to live off the grid,
Slavery to empirical currency is what the “master” bids,
And hooked up to this synthetic “life support” system
We become, the living dead, hearts disconnected from heads.
Patriots of disparity and uniformed idiots of dread.

Visit Jane Evershed’s web site here.