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.
