Cutting Broom

Dear lovely yellow determined broom
you belong on wild mountain sides
in far of Scotland where pipers play

you look nice smell sweet
but your taking over my yard
and the time has come for you to go

The holly bush and wild berry snag
my broom puller as I dig
and pulled your shallow roots

you fall with dignity and grace
humming bees try to warn me off

Beloved broom I send you back distant
highlands where you can hear the piper
play you do not belong here in Canada
in fact your a bit like myself dear one