I used to be a wild place
My mistress, she soon tamed me
She mowed, she dug, she trimmed
And soon I was a beauty
She found rose plants in a corner
And lilies near the edge
She planted scented jasmine
All round my garden hedge
Next came the herbs and veggies
They grew up happily
One day she bought and planted
A most lovely lemon tree
Birds and bees love to visit
They build nests and also a hive
Butterflies flutter near my flowers
It's so wonderful to be alive
She clears my weeds and pests
Singing softly out of tune
I see her grimace with pain
I fear she'll slow down soon
In the evenings, sitting out
A book and tea beside
She'd read and write and smile
And look at me with pride
We both of us are ageing
With our flowers, plants and trees
The joy we've brought each other
Are unforgettable memories.
This is a snapshot of a corner of my garden with orchids and tropical flowers.
I was inspired to write about my garden after reading a short story about a garden in today's papers.
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Lovely poetry. I wish i shared your greenfingered prowess.
Thank you. I’m very fortunate as the soil in the garden is naturally good for plants to grow.
A wild garden tamed and growing old together, yes gardens are best life mates wow as this beautiful poem with superb trees and flower mentioned. Kudos!
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.
And
Happy valentines day, poets.
Thank you.
I think the last three lines should be for the authors note/comment, lol
had me confused for a bit..
but still, a wonderfully invocative read
wording that romance of delightful nature,
thanks for sharing
(you and Voltaire would get along, I think)
Thank you.
What a lovely surprise this post is my friend -- a garden personified by a poet's pen - -- this is one for my list of favourties for sure. Thank you for sharing your greenfingered success with us dear Rozina.
Thank you Fay.
The garden and the gardener, both working in harmony. Just looking out at mine, and harmony is not a word I would use.
Spring is almost there? Lovely time to use your tools - you have a machete? Spring flora is beautiful.
That's my sort of gardening, going mental with a machete, and then conquering other countries.
What wonderful words Rozina, sitting in the garden on a summers evening is so joyful and may that joy be with you forever.
Andy
Thank you Andy. I am lucky as it is always summer here although some evenings thunderstorms occur.
Rozina,
Joyous indeed!
A great poem for a beautiful and soothing read. The garden and the tantalizing fragrance of the lemon tree made me think of Positano and its delicious limoncello. It brought back many happy memories.
Thank you for sharing your pen.
Laura🌻
Thank you for reading and your comments.
You’re most welcome, Rozina.
Thank you.
Lovely words ))
Thank you.
Enjoyable read... thank you for sharing. I, too, enjoy gardening, enjoying the beauty of the colors of the flowers.
Thank you. A most rewarding activity.
Being something of an amateur horticulturist & keen gardener myself, my journey down the page was a real treat Roz .. thank you ... Neville
Thank you Neville.
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