In the Quaker Garden
Posted: August 4, 2016 Filed under: Poem 2 CommentsFor 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!