Perhaps Capability Brown
Or one of his contemporaries
Planted out
The widely dispersed trees
It is a style
Not yet adapted
To the window box
Or the small terrace garden
Though for sure
The rash of reality TV
Just needs a spark
For it to be off and planting
Wednesday 21 November 2018
Tuesday 20 November 2018
Plant Out
There is a giant conker tree
There is an avenue of limes
There are places just to be
Church bells, with chimes
There are lavender plants
Fair awash with working bees
Of course there are sycophants
Desperate, almost on their knees
There are sets of onions
In a kitchen garden
Old ladies crush their bunions
Saying; sorry, I do beg your pardon
There is an avenue of limes
There are places just to be
Church bells, with chimes
There are lavender plants
Fair awash with working bees
Of course there are sycophants
Desperate, almost on their knees
There are sets of onions
In a kitchen garden
Old ladies crush their bunions
Saying; sorry, I do beg your pardon
Monday 19 November 2018
Bake
All is blue sky
All is county wide charm
Victoria sponge, clotted cream
Pot of tea for two
Yet see how the breeze
Blows my fine, thinning, hair
Yes, you see how the shadows
Reflect overheard conversations
I have a photograph
Taken on a previous visit, it is of
The bell-tower, with weather vane
Butterfly wings, to fly us into the past
All is county wide charm
Victoria sponge, clotted cream
Pot of tea for two
Yet see how the breeze
Blows my fine, thinning, hair
Yes, you see how the shadows
Reflect overheard conversations
I have a photograph
Taken on a previous visit, it is of
The bell-tower, with weather vane
Butterfly wings, to fly us into the past
Sunday 18 November 2018
Estates
In the gardens
Of the Massingberd lady
Who turned the pub
Into the non-alcoholic
Temperance Hotel
Which, within two years
Went bankrupt, was closed
I sit in the shadow
Of the tall yew hedge
Which had been discovered earlier
It is the only place of shade
On this sunshine August Sunday
Its mirror image, seat and yew
Are in full-on midday sun
Of the Massingberd lady
Who turned the pub
Into the non-alcoholic
Temperance Hotel
Which, within two years
Went bankrupt, was closed
I sit in the shadow
Of the tall yew hedge
Which had been discovered earlier
It is the only place of shade
On this sunshine August Sunday
Its mirror image, seat and yew
Are in full-on midday sun
Saturday 17 November 2018
Guidance
It is your duty
To keep this life alive
So write to your little Ms cutie
With blue-brown eyes
Tell her you love her
And never a day goes by
Take care not to smother
Yet do not force her love to die
For in all of the time
That you sit with the words
You are always on that line
Of doubting the absurd
To keep this life alive
So write to your little Ms cutie
With blue-brown eyes
Tell her you love her
And never a day goes by
Take care not to smother
Yet do not force her love to die
For in all of the time
That you sit with the words
You are always on that line
Of doubting the absurd
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