Offerings to the Green Gods

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Ed. note — Gardening isn’t often thought of as an act of rebellion. This poem by Ellaraine Lockie whisks us into the quick-strike world of converting an eyesore into a welcoming sight. A little green where once there was bare dirt. A little music (courtesy of the performer Marshweed) where once there was only the sound of traffic. Reverent whispers where once there was nothing worth talking about. A little act of urban rebellion: saying yes to the forgotten and discarded patches of soil in order to create something new under the sun. A random act of greenness.


Offerings to the Green Gods                                                                                                                                      

Not alley stench or gnaw of smog

but scrape of Marshweed’s viola/bass tune-up

scour of motors and smell of exhaust

Cause the air at the entrance of the Hollywood/Western

Metro station to hold its breath


Then the exhale rush of twenty-some passengers

who sweep across the platform like prairie wind

to settle on a small plot of brown ground

They wear tie-dyed T-shirts, tattoos, brimmed hats

a Batman costume, batik sarong, crocheted cap

One pushes a wheelbarrow holding

bags of soil and two toddlers

A stealth platoon toting succulents, spades

plastic jugs of water and babies on backs


Marshweed music rides the breeze

and ushers the espionage

Freight train freight train run so fast

Freight train freight train run so fast

Please don’t tell what train I’m on

So they won’t know what route I’ve gone


Mr. Stamen already on hands and knees

issues orders like prayers

A video cameraman follows a woman

who carries a chalkboard with the words

“Guerrilla Gardening” and messages

like “Looking for local person to water”


She asks one of the toddlers

what is his favorite plant

He says “Daddy” through a mouthful of granola

Picks up a feather to stroke his father’s cheek

as the father puts a painted lady into the ground

And the wing is on the bird

And the bird is in the nest

And the nest is on the branch


The redhead holding a jade plant introduces

herself as Ginger and her partner as Desert Rose

The only girl I’ve ever loved

was born with roses in her eyes

Not even a siren’s scream can cloud

the well-oiled hum of this mission

Murmurs as reverent as Sunday morning stop passers-by

who seem to forget train schedules

and the gray hair of frenzy


Thirty minutes later the crusaders pack-up

in an undercover of quiet

Leave thermoses of beer for the band

And stir the air once more with their exit

to the train for the next Metro stop

Where another brown patch waits to be reborn

and where another band will perform the offertories


Freight train freight train run so fast

Freight train freight train run so fast

Please don’t tell what train I’m on

So they won’t know what route I’ve gone


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Marshweed is composer/performer Heather Lockie’s solo project. Lockie is an LA-based musician and artist who has worked collaboratively with and toured with various local and international artists. For documentation of current and recent projects, please visit Various recordings can be heard at:, and the upcoming Marshweed collection of songs “Marshweed in the Garden” can be previewed at: (password “poohbear” to access the recordings).

For more on “guerrilla gardeners,” see this article, which includes information about the group in the poem, Los Angeles Guerrilla Gardening.

  • Ellaraine Lockie

    Ellaraine Lockie is a widely published and awarded author of poetry, nonfiction books, and essays. She teaches poetry workshops, frequently judges poetry contests, and serves as Poetry Editor for the lifestyles magazine, Lilipoh. Her latest book of poetry is Sex & Other Slapsticks.

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