In My GardenA Poem by Tai Chi ItalyI have always thrived on nature and am glad to be back amongst it at last....
There is a covered archway
Of honeysuckle and ivy
There are roses in the hedgerows,
There are wild flowers
I could gaze at for hours
So intricate, so inspiring
So old and worth admiring.
This year I have seen snowdrops
And blue bells, daffodils of every
Kind, poppies and cornflowers and all
Manner of nature’s fern.
Stinging nettles and blackberry hedges,
Dock leaves to ease.
A compost heap to appease my conscience.
I have a herb garden and thus far
Three tomatoe plants growing
Along an old granite wall.
A wall filled with a family history
In loving memories of
Jemima Puddle duck and fragments of
Childhoods and life as they lived it past.
This home is steeped in history.
It is simple and cosy.
Just the way I like it.
I look out of my kitchen window
At fields and cows and countryside
That hovers in a Cornish mist.
This could be my place of pure bliss.
There is just one thing I miss
But I can’t complain! Well I could
But there would be no point.
I am lucky to have
Trees in my garden
Instead of only weeds in my heart….
I am where I want to be,
Writing poetry in my garden.
Pottering till my demised heart’s content.
I will always love you and I guess that this will do
I will just have to be content without you.
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