The Lawnkeeper

There is an old man
Down the street
That dedicates his days
To tending his yard.

His swaths of green appear like grounds
That would be kept for royalty-
Without the usual
Accompanying garishness.

I would feel
Wrong to litter
That beautiful lawn,
Yet I'm sure a few do.

The front page of the newspaper
Would be a proper honor,
Although it may only ever be
Attempted here.

If I ever moved away from here
And came back years later to see
That lovely place grown up,
Abandoned...I would surely weep.