Tell us, why does the garden grow
I though I knew, but now I know
To make sure the retired don't shirk
Give us, retired, gardeners work
Some turn to crochet, knitting, beads
While others race to pull out weeks
We keenly watch for cuttings, seeds
Give sweet pea plants the drink each needs
Although we're told all bad things pass
We stick up signs, Keep off the grass
We build wind chimes to make kids laugh
Then sternly warn, stay on the path
When winter's gone, or summer's through
Find new essential things to do
Like cleaning moss from plants and stairs
And do repairs to musical chairs
A fallen fence, a crumbling wall
Busy God cannot do it all
He sends the rain but then will moan
'Just do the rest, folks - on your own!'
We check if posted vines survive
And if not thrive, just stay alive
To tell the truth, I don't tell lies
Most plants I see are a surprise
And though our old apple tree's rotten
We find forget-me-nots forgotten
See treats for eyes, my soul, your nose
Wild, keenly climbing, short-lived rose.
Grasshopper on orange rose, Hatch End, London, England. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
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