Saturday, 19 May 2007

"SPRING HAS PASSED"

 
 
 
I WROTE THIS LITTLE RHYME ABOUT THREE YEARS AGO IT WAS.
 
SO I THOUGHT I'D SHARE IT HERE WITH YOU PURELY  BECAUSE.
 
I KNOW YOU LOVE YOUR GARDENS JUST AS I DID WAY BACK THEN.
 
I WASN'T AROUND IN J/LAND SO I WROTE MY RHYMES WITH PEN.
 
I WAS SURE THAT I HAD PREVIOUSLY PUT THIS RHYME IN HERE .
 
BUT IV'E LOOKED AMONGST MY ARCHIVES AND IT'S SURELY DISSAPEARED.
 
SO HERE WE GO THEN J/LAND READ ON AND YOU WILL FIND.
 
WHY FLOWERS AND MY PAST GARDENS ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND.
 
SPRING HAS PAST THE BARE PATCH GRASSED WITH FLOWERS BRIGHT AND GAY.
 
THE GARDENS LOOKING BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT I WOULD SAY.
 
CANDYTUFT IN LOVELY SHADES OF LILAC BLUE AND WHITE.
 
THE ROSES ARE ALL BLOOMING SOME WITH BUDS CLOSED TIGHT.
 
MY ANTIRINUM SEEDS HAVE TURNED TO  EVERY COLOUR BRIGHT.
 
BEES POP RIGHT  INSIDE OF  THEM HIDING OUT OF SIGHT.
 
AND EVERY PURPLE FLOWER ATTRACTS THE BUTTERFLY.
 
BUT PART OF ME FEELS SAD AT TIMES AS SOME FLOWERS HAVE TO DIE.
 
THE SPRING BULBS BOW THERE HEADS NOW TIME FOR THEM TO GO.
 
THEY CERTAINLY HAVE BEEN GLORIOUS A REAL FANTASTIC SHOW.
 
THE SUNSHINES BEAMING BRIGHTLY DOWN UPON MY FACE.
 
SWAYING ABOUT IN A GENTLE BREEZE BLOSSOMED  BRANCHES FULL OF GRACE.
 
AUTUMN AND COLD WINTER AND SPRING HAVE PASSED  ME BY.
 
AND NOW THERE GONE IT'S LOVELY AS SUMMER GREETS MY EYE.
 
THE LAWN IS CUT THE HEDGES CLIPPED IV'E HOED AWAY THE WEEDS.
 
I'LL SIT A WHILE AND THEN I'LL GO AND TEND TO MY NEW SEEDS.
 
SCENTED STOCK TO FILL THE AIR WITH PERFUME AS  EVENING FALLS.
 
MY CAMPANULAS HAVE ALL SPRUNG UP UPON THE ROCKERY WALLS.
 
MY TUBS ARE FULL FROM TOP TO TOE WITH MARIGOLDS AND PINKS.
 
AND STANDING THERE PACKED WITH HERBS ARE MY TWO OLD STONE SINKS.
 
HANGING BASKETS SWINGING TWO AND FRO THEY GO.
 
THE CLIMBING ROSE TREES FLOURISH AND  NUMEROUS  BUDS THEY SHOW.
 
THE WATER IN THE BIRDBATH SPARKLES IN THE LIGHT.
 
GERANIUMS LIKE STATUES ARE STANDING SO UPRIGHT.
 
I CAN HEAR THE BIRDS ALL TWITTERING UP AMONGST THE EVE.
 
OF MY LITTLE COTTAGE SAT HERE THEY WAIT FOR ME TO LEAVE.
 
TO BOB DOWN TO THE BIRD TABLE LADEN WITH DELIGHTS.
 
PATTY CAKE IV'E BAKED THEM AND TIT BITS ALL IN SIGHT.
 
A CRAFTY LITTLE BLACKBIRD UNDER THE LAUREL BUSH.
 
PACING THE GROUND TO ATTRACT THE WORM THEN HEAD DOWN HE DOES RUSH. 
 
TO GRAB IT FOR HIS DINNER SO TASTY HE MUST FIND.
 
HE PULLS IT FROM THE GROUND AND LOTS OF THOUGHTS RUN THROUGH MY MIND.
 
WOODY SCENTS FLOW OVER FROM THE CONIFERS SO GREEN.
 
POINTING UPWARDS TO THE SKY LIKE ROCKETS SO SERENE.
 
SOME ETCHED ON THE EDGES WITH A TINTING OF BRIGHT YELLOW.
 
AND UNDERNEATH IN THE SHADOW IS A FRIENDLY LITTLE FELLOW.
 
HE'S NOBBY MY ORNAMENTAL KNOME IN HIS JACKET AND RED HAT.
 
AND BESIDE HIM STRETCHED OUT LAZYING IS NEXT DOORS BIG BLACK CAT.
 
MY PLASTER CAST DUCK GEMIMA IS LOOKING HAPPY AS PUNCH.
 
IT'S TIME I SAT A WHILE NOW AND HAD SOME TASTY LUNCH.
 
A NICE CRISPY BREAD ROLL  WITH TUNA SOUNDS JUST FINE.
 
THEN I'M GOING TO WASH IT DOWN WITH A GLASS OF SPARKLING WINE.
 
I'LL SIT HERE IN THE SUN NOW MAYBE UNTIL THREE.
 
THEN I'LL GO GET OUT THE HOSE PIPE FOR SPRINKLING AFTER TEA.
 
GIVE THEM ALL A SOAKING  THE DROPS WILL LOOK LIKE DEW.
 
THEN WE'LL SETTLE DOWN TONIGHT TO A TASTY  BARBEQUE.
 
JUICY STEAKS AND SAUSAGES SIDE SALAD ALL THE LOT.
 
THE SUN IT IS STILL BEAMING AND IT'S GETTING VERY HOT.
 
MY FAMILY AND  FREINDS WILL THEN ARRIVE WE'LL TALK UNTIL IT'S DARK.
 
IN THE MORNING I'LL BE WOKEN BY THE SOUND OF THE SKYLARK.
 
SUMMERTIME OH! SUMMERTIME OH HOW I LOVE IT SO.
 
WHEN I'M SAT HERE IN THE SUMMMER WATCHING THE GARDEN GROW.
 
I REALY MAKE THE BEST OF IT EVERY SINGLE DAY.
 
AS THE MONTHS THEY FLY BY THEN  AGAIN  AUTUMN'S ON IT'S WAY.
 
I LOVE ALL OF THE SEASONS ALL FOUR DO PLAY THERE PART.
 
BUT HOW I LOVE THE SUMMER FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART.
 
AUTUMN WINTER SPRING NOW HAVE ALL GONE VERY FAST.
 
I'M DELIGHTED GLORIOUS SUMMERTIMES  UPON ME NOW  AT LAST.
 
I NEVER EVER  GRUMBLE IF WE GET A BIT OF RAIN.
 
AS THE FLOWERS THEY CARN'T LIVE WITHOUT AND PLANTING IS IN VAIN.
 
THE PLANTS NEED FEEDING ALSO THERE LIKE HUMANS DON'T YOU KNOW.
 
THEY EAT AND DRINK JUST LIKE WE DO OR THEY WOULDN'T GROW.
 
SO IF YOU HAVE A GARDEN ENJOY IT ALL THE TIME.
 
AS I DID WHEN I WROTE THESE WORDS  IN " MY SIMPLE RHYME"  
 
 
     
 
 
THANX TO SUGAR FOR THIS LOVELY FLORAL SIGNATURE.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

kath.  I love this poem of yours.  As you know I have a real love for nature and all the beauty and joy that it gifts us with season after season. I am so glad you decided to persevere and stick it out.  J-land would have lost some of it's sparkle without your prose and presence!  It's treasures like you that make this such a wonderful place to write and read.  Your poems are always the highlight of my day!  I can't wait to see what you come up with next and am always amazed at the thoughts and words that come from your "pen".  Have a wonderful Sunday!
love,
Marie
http://journals.aol.co.uk/mariealicejoan/MariesMuses/

Anonymous said...

Another wonderful poem! (it really IS good to have you back, Kath)

Do you find your writing is different when you do it with pen and paper as opposed to typing on a keyboard?  I do.  I edit myself much more when typing than when I just scribble furiously in a notebook.

Russ

Anonymous said...

Kath I am delighted you decided to stay ,we wouldnt have been able to read todays lovely offering ,a day in the life of a happy lady in her beloved garden with her family and friends ..wonderful ...love Jan xx

Anonymous said...

Lovely Kath makes me feel all summer and we have just dine the baskets and tubs and Dave is out there now tidying up the weeds and windfall.
Debbie
xxx

Anonymous said...

Oh Kath, I can identify with that: it's been very rough for the past couple of days, but now the sun is shining, and the garden seems to be smiling (tho' battered).  I feel a barbecue coming on, if it keeps like this......Bunny x

Anonymous said...

I love all your rhymes dear Kath.
I have a book full of poems & songs I wrote long agao, pen & paper. I put one in one of my journal every so often.
Just not the same with me on the computer...& I can no longer use pen & paper...as the shaking is too bad in my hands...unable to write legibly. Bad when you can't read your own writing. :)
So happy you're staying on in J-Land, please don't worry us like that again.
Love & hugs,
Sugar

Anonymous said...

That paints a picture of my perfect country cottage and garden and with a little veggie plot thrown in i would be in paradise.
Jenny <><

Anonymous said...

You can always put a smile on my face! :o) I'm soooo glad that you've decided to stay! Whew! :o) How beautiful the garden sounds! :o)
Lisa

Anonymous said...

i can just smell the cuttings of fresh flowers Deanna

Anonymous said...

What can I say about the way you put the words down on paper, it is better than a mind's eye picture and I hope you can continue to write so well.

PS.

Thank you for the picture.  If I am lucky enough to be able to paint one that is half as good, I will share it with you but, to be honest, I am not that good yet so please do not be offended if I am unable to replicate it.

John.

Anonymous said...

I can smell the flowers and herbs from here. Enjoy! --Cin

Anonymous said...

What a nice rhyme !  I could just picture you in the garden with all the blooms around.  Oh Yes, I love summertime too !  It's very chilly here today and makes one wonder will it ever get warm.  'On Ya' - ma

Anonymous said...

Reading your rhymes is like looking at a real garden.  What a shame they don't have a section for Rhyme Gardens at Chelsea!
Angie, xx