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KATHY
DOWINING
I love my little Greenhouse,
I work in it with pride,
And amongst the pretty seedlings,
It's a good place for me to hide.
In
there I bring my seeds to life,
Before putting them to bed,
It really is a pretty place,
Many people have already said,
My
garden is a haven,
A piece of paradise in Herts,
Colourful and scented,
And even weeds get to play a part.
Karen
Harris
My
garden
my
grass is to long
ok I'll cut it
my weeds are to big
ok I'll weed it
my son wants to play on the slide
I'll clean it
my husband wants to cook a BBQ
so I fetch it
the sun is shinning
I love it
Karen
Tallon
The buds will bloom, and they will die, the seasons change and God
knows why, the grass is green all of the time, and i cant wait till
i sit in mine.
kerry
moore
my flower "BEDS" , there are no reds,
or pinks or blues at all,
there is a green bundle over which we all trundle, or fall!
my washing drags over the massses of clover, the nettles all give
us rashes,
in the corner left from the fire is a great big pile of ashes!
Kristie
Baughan
I Hate Rabbits
I'd
love to have a kitchen garden
Where veggies would abound
And berries of all colours
Would run along the ground
I'd
also have a herb garden
A culinary delight
But parsley, thyme or dill
Would just not last the night
As
soon as I am off to bed
The rabbits start to play
No wire, alarms or smelly sprays
Will keeps those pests away
I'd
like to have some runner beans
Some dianthus in pink and red
But rabbits eat the home grown veg
And mess up flowering beds
They'll
eat the roots of fuchsias
Leave currants on your lawn
And when you think they've disappeared
They go and breed some more
Geraniums
and marigolds
A hebe';s nice to munch
Delphiniums for breakfast
And lupins for their lunch
You
might think that twitching nose
Is extremely sweet and cute
But once they burrow in your lawn
You'll want to shoot the brute
So
if I won this voucher
I would pot up flowers and chives
The rabbits would not reach them
And my plants might just survive
Lisa
OBrien
Its just a little plot
outside a communal door
A place where children play
with no thought of wars or hate. A place where birds sing in the
sun and you can look up to the hills and peak around the stoney
walls and glimpse the castlegate.
mark
widdowfield
Terrace haiku
small
overgrown plot
dandelions and concrete
needs a plant or two
Michael
Fry
I don’t have a garden I don’t have a plot
But I do live in London and I like that a lot
I live in a flat high up in the sky
And dream of the garden I had as a child.
Then I think of my dear Iris, who I love so very much
And all I have to do is reach out and touch
She is a flower amongst concrete and doesent ask a lot
A little kindness, a chat, and some water from me
And she shines out her brightness for all to see.
Oh my beautiful Iris is the flower-pot for me.
Michele
Sheridan
My gardens a mess
Of rubble and weeds
If I win all them vouchers
I`ll plant lots of seeds
michelle
stone
My garden is quite big,
but isn't very pretty.
It's my first home,
so I'm still quite flitty.
50 quid would help me out,
to make it posh, not gritty.
mrs.
dowds
I went to Chelsea flower show, saw lovely blooms and trees.
Everything was wonderful, I thought it was a breeze.
The
next day I went off to buy everything I needed.
To make a garden of my own with soil that was seeded.
The
cat next door watched as I worked.
My hands were really nifty.
Guess
what, the stinker watched all day!
And left me feeling shifty ;-((
N.Sinclair
My
Schizophrenic Garden.
THEN...
I look out the bedroom window
At my garden down below.
The flower beds are full of weeds,
The grass it needs a mow.
The neighbour's cat has come to call
(At least it's only one.
Sometimes they come in twos or threes)
Just look what it has done!
NOW.....
The grass is cut in stripey lines,
(It only took an hour.)
The flower beds are neat and clean ---
No weeds, just pretty flowers.
The neighbour's cat has gone back home,
With a few choice words to follow.
A cuckoo calls from a nearby tree,
High above there flies a swallow.
My
schizophrenic garden
Now shows its smiling face,
And, whilst I keep it tended,
Remains a pleasant place.
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