Memory of Cleaning the Side Yard

The Junk in the Side Yard
When one slows down to see what has collected in the side yard….

Memory of Cleaning the Side Yard

I. Side Yard

Ornamental rock

remove exposed covered earth

hidden by darkness.


Old paint containers

containing different colors

of dried and cracked paint.


Many rusted pans

stolen from kitchen cabinets

lying in the rain.


Rusty cast iron

carries pebble collection

all recently washed.


Borrowed Barbeque

never returned to owner

bolts also rusty.


Sits never used grill

gather people over food

celebrate the day.


Empty containers

once filled with my children’s play

now humbly still.


Buckets full of mud

used to make mud balls and pies

dry with the late sun.

Impossible to see home through all the junk collected in our side yard….

II. So Many Things

Some recycled art

plastic bottles and tin cans

piled in a corner.


Place of hidden play

treasures that no longer shine

only in child’s mind.


Tattered wooden block

once held the blade of sharp knives

in a cracked red tub.


A bead collection

to form a line in the dirt

many necklaces.


An old dog photo

scotch taped onto planks of wood

a friend to someone.


A jungle of weeds

a random forest cover

to hide Father’s tools.

Once sturdy tackle

box from many a great trip

times as fishermen.

Into the side yard goes the junk..
The fragments of life collect in my side yard….

III. Thrown Away in Our Side Yard

My son builds a boat

out of scrap lumber he’s found

with nails and hammer.


Garden gloves with burs

tears started by roses thorns

or struggles with earth.


Metal artifacts

a graveyard of fallen planes

from some past World War.


Piles of dried brown leaves

slowly mulch in the corners

to bring a new lawn.


Lumbered two by four

practicing in carpentery

screws and nails throughout.

This dump of a side yard
Where did it come from where does it go?

IV. Time to Clean

A weed or two here

since the day of the pulling

have grown back to fight.


Litter and debris

small plastic wrappers and tape

sit alone or pairs.


Baseball bats and gloves

some Soccer and Basketballs

with Nerf guns and toys.


A hoe and a rake

lean against a wooden fence

silent and patient.


Used dented fire pit

a place to burn extra wood

near cracked plastic chairs.


Gave this yard a clean

before the valley feels snow

this time to prepare.






Jamie Lee Hamann
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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

2 thoughts on “Memory of Cleaning the Side Yard

  • September 15, 2019 at 3:11 AM

    Well done Jaime – I have never been able to write Haiku poetry, it is a pleasure to read yours – As Phyllis mentioned you have mastered it.

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