In the Quaker GardenPosted: August 4, 2016
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,
There’s a Chinese garden,
And a rufous tiled boat house to peer in.
Abundant hostas, and
Grassland walks and woodland piles.
Meadowsweet, a watering can waterfall.
Holly green groves.
Flowers to thrill.
A cooling compost overspill.
The clouds frown and the sun,
And I’m enjoying the intermittent silent sweeps
And the bolting blue of a kingfishers
But here’s the thing.
The Quaker planting is a joy
Yet you are ever,
My garden of
to celebrate 4/8/2016 – ten glorious years!