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fiona
stratton
My kitchen windowsill is really barren,
please send me some help
...to make my herb garden.
Freda
Kerslake
The day that they moved was terrible
That day they went through hell.
It wasn't the house they missed so much
But their garden had gone as well!!
g
wood
i have a little garden
it isnt very big
it gives me lots of pleasure
when I go out and dig
i went in there this morning
and had a little fun
i think that i'll go back again
and frolic in the sun
gena
harrison
The petals of the purple poppy, shine and shimmer, and stand tall
like sentinels, guarding, the marigolds, protecting the pansies,
then form seed heads, big and strong, to return again, and again.....
Georgina
de Graaf
Hughenden Manor and Chequers it's not,
But I'm quite happy in my little plot,
With its pond and frogs, enjoying the showers,
Eyesore garage covered with passion flowers,
Slabs for the barbie, grass for the kids,
Trees for our cats (and dustbin lids).
Our Hazlemere garden is heaven for me
- But I'd welcome a hand from Charlie D.
Glen
Phillips
My Garden.
My
garden is the place to be
Peace to dream
Plant or read
Potter leisurely.
Seeds
I scattered everywhere
Offer leaves,
Then flowers bedeck
The earth once bare.
Assorted
shrubs and trees
In keeping
Draw the eye
Movement in the breeze.
Darting
birds sweep the skies
Find solace,
Nesting places
Hidden,now offer up their cries.
Lawns
of meadow grass
Containers
Of delicate blooms
Differ as the seasons pass.
My
garden is the place for me
To dream
And pray
For God's Peace eternally.
Götz
Lindner
Morning air streaming through my nose,
the world is feeling the smell of the rose.
Wandering through my little space,
I forget the troubles of this universe.
Gwen
Taylor
Sweet smelling flowers said the Lord
To grow a great display in Bedford
For all to look at and admire
At the sight we'll never tire
Heather
Tyler
Our garden is one big patio,
Not a flower bed in sight,
It looks really boring in daylight,
And even more boring at night,
I long for the pretty snap dragons,
The roses,the poppies,some seeds,
Not a display of multi coloured paving,
And shingle to hold down the weeds,
I want a garden full of flowers,
The smell of the blooms to be strong,
And all the trees to be put back,
In the garden where they belong,
But till the dogs are all trained,
And hubby cares how the back garden looks,
I'll have to keep looking and wishing,
And keep on reading the books.
Helena
Cowell
Our garden is weedy, and wilty and grim,
In need of attention, some pruning, a trim,
Not up to the standard of a Macclesfield plot,
Our garden wants roses, clematis, shrubs in a pot,
A lawn with green grass, not mingled with clover,
A tidied-up border, with soil that's raked over,
Oh, to have such a garden! It'll be a while yet...
'Till our garden is worthy of the Cheshire set!
Ivy
Breeze
Dandylions drive us silly
they tend to grow willy nilly
I dig them & spray them I just need a rest.
from dandylions they are a blooming pest.
Janette
Harvey
I allways dreamed off a secrect garden, with sweet smelling flowers
and overhanging tress and yes my dream came true I inherited a garden
that's a secrect to me. With Sweet smmlling flowers or are they
weeds, and what are the black spots on the leaves of that rose,
and does that bush in the corner need cutting back, but what time
of year. I put in some flowers I think, or were they shurbs you
know I'am not sure. You see me and gardening have not been friends
before, so this garden of mine that is all over grown is a secrect
to me! To unravel it's secrects will be fun, for my dreams have
come true while I sit in the sun.
Janey
De Gruchy
It's a lovely little garden,
With roses bright and tall,
And fruit trees full of apples,
But as gardens go, it's small.
It's
big enough for squirrels,
And birds of every hue.
But even though it's tiny,
There's still so much to do.
It's
not exactly Bancroft Park,
But that is pretty fine.
The cats and I adore it,
And what is more, it's mine.
Jennifer
Moore
Wild and scary, light and airy,
How does my garden grow?
With gentle smells and foraged shells
And pretty weeds all in a row.
More
dandelions than Dorneywood
More buttercups than Stowe
My lawn's a sun-splashed blaze of gold
A fiery yellow glow.
Disraeli's
patch at Hughenden
Is not a patch on mine
With its brambled borders bindweed bound
A stinging nettled shrine.
Sir
Francis Dashwood's slugs and snails
Have fled West Wycombe's ways
To join their greenfly brethren, feeding
On my seedling trays.
Gentle
smells and and foraged shells
Pretty weeds all in a row,
Wild and airy, quite contrary
That's how my garden grows.
Jeremy
Ruppersburg
I've planted my bedding plants,
Planted my seeds,
So why in god's name do I only grow weeds?
I want
to grow pansies, petunias and glads
But they just won't come up
So I'll just put down slabs.
Jessica
Fisher
I'm getting it right, bit by bit,
The gardens in bloom, I know its a hit,
The veggies are growing bigger each day,
Hanging baskets in full glory, so they say,
Everything in multi colour, green and blues,
But I wish that the grass would shrink and lose
Johnston
Simpson
A Distant Land.
African parakeets darting overhead, a constant reminder of distant
climes where once I sat in a rose garden, just like mine.
Sitting quietly late one evening enjoying the peace from vehicles
rattling over the road humps outside, themselves an eyesore on this
pleasant county. What madness affects us all.
Scented roses assail my senses and temporarily transport me to a
different time. But again, little statues hewn by hand peeeping
through the long grasses bring me down to earth again.
Even the humble clematis weaving its way through the trellis, stretching
out its tendrils as if for help reminds me of the pain of those
in Zimbabwe.
Who, in pleasant Surrey is listening, perhaps only the parakeets
and their little friends hiding in the rustling grasses.
Those that carved such beauty are now bereft of hope and abandoned.
I wonder if that rose garden still exists.
Julie
Gaiger
Cracked Ground
Rainstorm Bound
A few drops
On the crops
Near the puddles
The gardens all a muddle
Joy
Stewart
FAIRIES IN MY GARDEN
They listen to my thoughts inside,they know what I am saying,lonely
is my heart you see, for your return I'm praying.
"Won't be long my pals all say" the time is nearly over,but
if my little friends could talk,they'd say come home now forever.
Juliet
Henery
Manure round the roses,
Sow some little seeds,
Soon we'll have a show,
for all those honey bees.
Water in the evening,
Admire in the day,
Blossoms all summer round,
and grass on which to lay.
June
Gee
I love my garden and my garden loves me, Everyday I go and see,
Yes, my little garden window box is all l've got, But, I love my
garden and my garden loves me.
Linda
Frost
My garden is the place i retreat to, When the world seems too much
to grasp. Their's so much beauty and contentment, It's the one place
i like to relax. I gaze around in amazement of all the wonderous
colour, from a little seed i grew those, The beauty the plants the
flowers.I mow the lawn, i trim the shrubs to keep it nice at my
leisure, Ilove my garden and treat it well, In return it gives me
great pleasure.
My time i spend in my garden is greatly rewarded
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