by Ronald W. Hull
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With kudzu rising it's not surprising,
That the killer bee moves north.
The sparrow sings while the bee stings,
And the black starling has no worth.
Bamboo inches, its tendrils itches,
To slowly cover earth.
Eucalyptus grows in stately rows,
Pissing acid rain like it was Perth.
Fire ant mounds, daily hounds,
The grazing brahma’s berth.
Kudzu crawls up our walls,
And peeks into our mirth.
Treetop high, it shades the sky,
Creeping beneath a sea of green.
Not the first, nor the last,
To conquer our pristine scene.
Asian men walked a thin slice,
Thirty thousand years before,
Crossing over a bridge of ice,
To reach this hallowed shore.
The steeds of conquistadors,
Came and played to preen.
The Irish come from Ireland,
For the “wearin’ of the green.”
And now the South is wearin’ it,
As the kudzu crawls on north.
“Watch out bamboo, here I come.”
Another alien among us, …
… for what it’s worth!
Copyright 2004 © Ronald W. Hull
Photo: Jack Anthony
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|Reviewed by The Smoking Poet
|About a year ago, I traveled south through the Great Smokies region, and I loved driving through the fantasy land of kudzu covered... everything. It reminded me of something out of a fairy tale, sleeping green beasts waiting for their call back to the waking world...
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|Now you must know I LOVE this Ron.
Sooo much oooomph! in this poem....One to be very proud of.
Happy Easter.......Love, Dani x
|Reviewed by Patricia Gomes
|Solid write, Ron. I hope the kudzu never reaches us Northeners; we have enough to contend with.|
|Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson
|isn't nature grand
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Excellent piece Ronald!!
|Reviewed by Katy Walsvik
|Ah, yes.. Ronald.. there's a mix, because of some of the expressions, of playful and forboding.. but I was most drawn to, and love the historical parts... I'm always drawn to thoughts of times very long past.. you have some vivid "mind pictures" here... good stuff! katy xox.|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Dynamic poem with great info, Ronald! Enjoyed learning to your fantastic rhyme!;-)|