In the Quaker Garden

Posted: August 4, 2016 | Author: | Filed under: Poem | 2 Comments

For H B-C-M!

 

In the Quaker Garden

A heron takes stately flight.

A moorhen ducks in bobbing fright.

A helicopter overhead does not,

Excite

 

 

There’s a Chinese garden,

Red fenced

And a rufous tiled boat house to peer in.

Abundant hostas, and

A swing.

Grassland walks and woodland piles.

Meadowsweet, a watering can waterfall.

Holly green groves.

Flowers to thrill.

A cooling compost overspill.

And today,

The clouds frown and the sun,

Smiles.

And I’m enjoying the intermittent silent sweeps

And the bolting blue of a kingfishers

Electric light.

 

 

But here’s the thing.

The Quaker planting is a joy

Yet you are ever,

My garden of

Delight

 

to celebrate 4/8/2016 – ten glorious years!