HOW MY GARDEN GROWS

HOW MY GARDEN GROWS

How wonderful it feels to me, just sat here in the sun
The gentle movement of a breeze, just make it so much fun

I see the well laid footpaths, with fancy edging stones
Hours of work and sweating, and some very weary bones

A borderline of conifers, to mark the garden path
A table and a basin, for the birds to have a bath

So many different flowers, separated by a pond
Where creatures often visit, it’s a place they find so fond

The sound of pigeons cooing, as buzzing bees fly by
I can see the coy carp feeding, from the corner of my eye

A grand array of coloured trees, with different leaves displayed
They look so splendid standing there, providing me with shade

Behind the gate a barrow stands, with flowers blooming pink
The lawn is cut and trees are trimmed, I sip another drink

The roses are now all in bloom, a mix of blue and red
This sun with all its UV rays, are trying to burn my head

To get a garden just like this, needs cash and work galore
So when I sit sun-bathing, I’m so glad I live next door

                                                WRC