GUERILLA GARDEN HAIKU

Old hippies.
Bored, with seeds.
Yearn for days of mispent youth
.
Days of treason.
Act without reason.
Maybe it was the LSD?

Grey hair and menopause.
Osteoporosis and Grecian formula, they need invigoration.
What? A new cause?

Just like Fidel and Che'
They have a way.
Flowers from the "Flower Elders."

All well meaning,
"kicking and screaming,"
How property owners will be dragged.

Your sunny plot?
Yours, it's not!
It belongs to "the people."

Vegetable garden, historic site,
Curbside plot in the dead of night,
Bulbs and seeds get planted.

Like bombs by Ayers and Weathermen,
Well make our plants blend on in,
And explode with burst of color.

Alas my hippie lass,
I learned my gardening, counter-guerilla style,
At Benning, Bragg, and Knox.

Treflan, Roundup, and garden potions,
Might just nix yor notions,
Of screwing with my plot that you covet.

This midnight adventure, just an acid trip?
Not too late, hippies,
Get a grip!

Burma Shave.

On Goal green for guerrilla gardeners