The Garden Path

   
 Bricks, slabs and cobbles      
laid in careful profusion,      
years collecting in the making      
none discarded, each      
a different story;      
An old lady, plastic bags  
keeping her shoes clean,  
chatting with  work-men  
A builder changes a tile,      
his cart filling with rubble,      
Gravel from the road men,      
nothing wasted all of value.      
Pieces in a puzzle   ...   ...   ....  
(How to make the money last)    
none a perfect match.      
Some forcing here and there,      
not a penny spent or wasted,      
mosaics to rival Rome.    
dry feet on  wash-day.