Space to change! An Abandoned Garden By Robert Crawford By August I noticed the lack of care, And now in September I feel the despair; The rusting tools, the vanished rows, Reveal an all too brief affair. The hopeful beginning has come to a close As a meeting place for sinister crows And devious weeds planning for when They’ll make this a plot where anything goes. What kind of errant husbandman Would let it fall to field again? I think I know, I’ve met a few: A fine egalitarian— The type of man, a touch askew, Who holds the universal view, "To everything, a heart be true," But saves desertion just for you. My Garden Is My Sanctuary by Marie Church As I look out to my garden I feel a sense of pride It really is a lovely room Except it is outside. Where lovely things mix and match And greenery fills the walls The sound of trickling water Coming from the gold fish pond. I love the sight of stones and rocks And driftwood and tree ferns too The sounds of all my chimes I know you would like it too. With pride I walk around my garden And savour each scent and smell Colours of yellow, red and gold Striped cushion on a bench. The bird bath has its own domain It's placed beside a wooden arch Where all the birds come to bathe And drink when they are parched. Ladybirds can hide away Sometimes they come out to see What's happening around them With caterpillars and the bees. There's not much more that I can say Except if you have your own It won't take long to build it up Seeds will bloom once they are sown.
Ugly to Beautiful: a patch of weeds to a garden There was an abandoned garden...then a loving person came along. The rest is history. Google: for the poems up there /\
