Milkweed grows along the valley’s edge now
Weeds that thrive on freshly turned soil
A safe home for the Monarch caterpillars
Before they grow their orange and black wings
And fly thousands of miles away
The shepherd used to keep this field mowed
But now he’s old and he’s tired
His kids live in a city somewhere far away
So now the milkweed grows
In a few decades the soil will be packed with roots
Beautiful but different
Unrecognizable
The shepherd long gone
His garden’s daffodils shaded by a cathedral of trees
Hole In The Hedgerow 
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