My Back Forty

I've got so much junk in my back forty Old junk from old days and old ways Screwups, tantrums Indifference, jealousies Grudges, assumptions Anger and hate I've been trying to clean up back there For many years but it is dark, overgrown, and confusing I have come to realize that my old junk is here to stay So I am going to create a new garden out front A place to forget the junk out back, a new world for me Ill lay out plenty of love with a path to forgiveness Colorful flowers of charity The shining light of loyalty Service to all who visit A calming escape without guilt or regrets It's my old junk, it is part of me But I wont use it any more I pray for all who visit that after they leave my garden They will be better than when they came My Favorite Junkyard Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish 10/4/19