Your
Poems We asked you to put on your creative hats and write us some
poems on a gardening theme - and you surpassed yourselves!
We had
more than a hundred entries and you can read the best here. Thanks
to all the contributors.
Roses
are . . pink, And I really think, That you stink, Like a blocked sink
Find
your poem by clicking on the letter your first name starts with
and read others here:
Here's
the winning poem by Melanie Waters who wins £50 in gardening
vouchers.
In
the corner of his garden, there's a patch he used to keep
All to himself, to allow nature to creep
There are no trimmed edges
or prim, proper hedges
He left his earth still and alone
Allowed the forces of nature to roam
He said that you don't always have to be tidy and neat
Just watch the beauty of opportunity grow at your feet
He said just watch the earth produce its own glory
And I watched...and held on to his story
My grandad was right
Add water and light
Behold the sight
There are poppies and flowering weeds
Buttercups and oat coloured reeds
Daisies gingerly lift their heads
Dandelions roar from muddy beds
Purple thistles and strange grasses
Colours that alight and ignite masses
Dark ferns and heathers
Dandelion clock feathers
Birds foot trefoil, a four leafed clover
My grandad's story is not over
He may have gone, I may have cried
But the beauty he predicted never died
