Ivy leaves....Australian Sonnet
Green ivy sends her creepers thin as sticks,
to slither through the bushes like a snake;
with tiny feet they burrow between bricks,
cause walls to crumble down like dry old cake.
As tiny tendrils still are fragile, flex,
it's easy to remove them from the soil;
to dig the old trunk out, is more complex,
her wizened arms are weathered, tough and coiled.
Yet, if I want my terrace to succeed,
old Ivy has to go with all her roots -
even the smallest runner left to breed,
can undermine new pavement with new shoots.
A last adieu to dark green, shiny leaves,
as front-yard's ivy grows up to the eaves.
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