Patrick Gibson
A wooden house settles on new foundation looking pale stark uprooted
sod grows in foreign soil, once uniform now clovered weedy uprooted
Both came from land, tree to timber, seed to sod, nailed or farmed about
both remade in Henry Ford’s taste, dismantled, dug up, and uprooted
Though neither can speak both wield historical and significant clout
house held a poet while lawn cushioned Brit’s steps before uprooted
What gave old Henry the right to change their paths wipe everything out
Does it matter? Henry’s gone and what remains can’t reverse uprooted
So, let’s take stock of what’s left, siding, shutters, and iron downspout
direct nurture to the lawn, who’s growth comforts and defies uprooted
A house for reflection and a lawn to admire, dueling knockout
Mr. Frost would love it, phrase, it, write it down, converse uprooted