The Garden
From a peeling padlocked shed in the corner
To the wooden painted fence, acting as a border
The ground is layered far with trimmed grass
Sat in the corner is a conservatory covered in glass
At the top of the lawn is a petal covered patio
And from the patio you can peer through the conservatory window
The dirty scented bins are sat outside the back door
Down by the small brick covered floor
Lined along the sides are my mother's herbs
Next to it a bird box where the birds are being disturbed
My dad's growing fruits are along the back
That used to be the only thing the garden used to lack
There's a table and chairs with a few rustic candles
With little, mini broken handles
There is a little mini caterpillar that likes to say pardon
and those are the things that are in my garden!
"Thanks Beth for sharing your poem, keep writing and sending until writing club starts again in September"...........Natalie
From a peeling padlocked shed in the corner
To the wooden painted fence, acting as a border
The ground is layered far with trimmed grass
Sat in the corner is a conservatory covered in glass
At the top of the lawn is a petal covered patio
And from the patio you can peer through the conservatory window
The dirty scented bins are sat outside the back door
Down by the small brick covered floor
Lined along the sides are my mother's herbs
Next to it a bird box where the birds are being disturbed
My dad's growing fruits are along the back
That used to be the only thing the garden used to lack
There's a table and chairs with a few rustic candles
With little, mini broken handles
There is a little mini caterpillar that likes to say pardon
and those are the things that are in my garden!
"Thanks Beth for sharing your poem, keep writing and sending until writing club starts again in September"...........Natalie