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Pauline
Allison
"My garden's looking rather sad,
winning this voucher would make it glad,
no nice flowers,just weeds and muck,
to get this prize would be such good luck!
some lovely plants a pot or 2,
terracotta or maybe blue,
to have a garden bright and pretty,
would be better than this poem which is'nt witty!"
peter
riddington
in my garden theres a strange plant
Im sure it moves about a lot
Cos every day I look around
I'm sure it's walking round the plot
sometimes it groans sometimes it sighs
It can squirt liquid at your eyes
From all my friends I must keep it hid
I think I,ve grown a monstrous triffid
peter
riddington
i'm growing cabbages this year
The slugs are having fun
I've bought a box of pellets
But they wont fit in my gun
peter
riddington
greenfly are green, blackfly are black
I've got insecticide, I'm all right Jack
peter
riddington
It's in my garden I find peace and quiet
If I could find it elsewhere I'd certainly try it
peter
riddington
at the top of my garden just under the beans
I spotted a leprechaun in bright khaki jeans
The next day he'd gone so I rang Peter Purvis
Oh he said. he'll be doing his national elf service
Robert
Howard
If Roses are red and Violets blue. I can win 50 quid but that's
up to you?
Roo
Crow
The midday rain has soaked the secret earth
In the tiny blooming yards of Albert Street
The smell of it is heavy with new birth
The cobblestones still wet beneath my feet
Just half-way down I come upon the place
Its wooden door above the two stone steps
A window, the chaotic tangle at its base
Of greenery, unattractive and unkempt.
But upwards across the brick face sturdy grows
Heavy with perfect blossom overgrown
A conqueror and princess of a rose
The house, in love, for her is overthrown
A face appears at a window in the wall
Abbey bells chime, silken petals fall.
Rosemary
O'Gorman
I have a most peculiar lawn, it shrinks in at the sides.
"You'll regret doing that", my old man said. "Shut
up!" I then replied.
The reason why my "better half" is whingeing and complaining
is that I've suddenly found myself doing flower arranging!
So many plants I want, I need, I crave - it's an obsession!
But space is tight, so overnight, I have a digging session.
And now the beds are broad and long and my plants fill every corner,
but the grass is sparse, and shrinking fast - a skinny, wavy border!
I've said that's it! I'll dig no more, I've got enough for now
but come next autumn, who can tell, I might just hire a plough!
Ruth
My garden is a little small
With no pretty plants at all
If I won from you some dosh
I could make it rather posh :o)
shaleen
cherries in the bed, so very very red.
sparrows in the tree, so very very free.
and to enjoy this all, just me.
Mr
S Baxter
My garden is a fine old place
They come from far and near
To see the gardeners face
Who 'as weeds up to 'ere!
S
Bartolo
Daffs are yellow, Tulips are red,
Perhaps its time to weed the bed,
Spring is here,the crocus's too,
Mauve and yellow,the snowdrops too,
The bluebells tinkle in the wind,
I look in wonder, where to begin, bedding for summer,
seeds to plant now,I will get it blooming, I will, somehow.
sharon
davies
In Warwickshire towns the gardens are so pretty,
there colours abundant, the envy of the city.
With red roses in masses, the eye never passes and greener greens
are never seen than in Warwickshire grasses.
sue
croft
nettles, dandies and weeds
and wild flowers grown from seeds
are all I need
To be freed
Of a gardeners controlling misdeed
tansy
D'Ambrosio
Overgrown and tumbling
i find it quite disgusting
Dandelions to my shoulders
can't mow the grass for the boulders
No going out to catch the sun
Cos the jungle's overrun
my boy aint playing
with his toys
Because we cant reach the bleeding shed
No flowers only weeds
in the beds
thats my beloved garden
TAMARA
TOLLEFSEN
The
Little Plant
In
the heart of a seed,
Buried deep so deep,
A tiny plant
Lay fast asleep.
"Wake," said the sunshine,
"And creep to the light."
"Wake," said the voice
Of the raindrops bright.
The little plant heard
And it rose to see,
What the wonderful,
Outside world might be.
tony
lowe
I dream
I dream of a day
When it will all go away
When the sky will explode
And the night will retake the day
I dream
of a time
When you will be mine
But thats just a silly little dream
That don't mean a thing
I dream
of a day
When I can can confidently say
That I do have a future
And not just a suicide play
I dream
of a time
When I feel my eyes shine
But I think I'll stick with the vacant stare
Nothin else fits here
I dream
of a day
When I can find a my own way
That I'll be able to speak my mind
And ask you to stay
I dream
of a time
When I can leave everything behind
I dream of a day
When you feel the say way
Mrs
T. Waterhouse
I love to sit in my garden its a place that does for me,
but then I love all kings of creatures and flowers especially weeds
and bumble bees
trevor
williams
our garden maybe small but its very very neat, in fact we have to
say its one you cannot beat.
packed full of wildlife throughout each and every year,
one day we'll have to leave it and this indeed we fear.
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