A love in verse

The Garden

Performed by

Stepping out from the wooden shed

Before me’s the garden (and then the house)

There's every shade, from deepest red-

To delicate yellow- she has the nous

To grow great flowers and it’s inbred

Her dear late mother had the gift

- The gardens she made in those days long dead!

Now this, as handsome, makes my heart lift



It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.

The street is quiet. Voices very dear

Reach up the stairs...

Do Not Regret

Why should one so good and fair

From the world’s store find delight

With a sixty-year-old man?...