I am the God of the Garden
I am the wise one who creates
I plant trees to shelter from breeze
Which start so small but grow too great
I'm the smug God of the Garden
But over years made two mistakes
You use spades when the earth hardens
Spend too much time on my garden
I plant bulbs for flowers in spring
I planted almost everything
All the seeds, but none of the weeds
Vibrant red apples Fall will bring
Orange roses in front garden of Hatch End. Photo by Angela Lansbury. copyright.
I plant flowers for birds and bees
I laid paths, a low wall of brick
Roses, bushes, fences and trees
Pear grow too slow, cypress too quick
The neighbours' hole helped send hedgehogs
Parrakeets preen, green hiding frog
Tennis ball, litter - dropped by fox
Birds, animals, lost cat, stray dog
First I was glad to see the fox
Next I was glad to see the cat
The lawn had puzzling big brown holes
I was not glad to glimpse the rat.
Yesterday hot, but today not
Today is cold, if truth be told
Today I am staying snug indoors
Sweeping garden mud off the floors.
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