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


The Greatest Thing

The greatest thing is we are one

And with the fire of joy we glow

The worst thing – you’re unwell...


Well! A fair spring Monday morn and you are here 

And there’s a bustle – ‘getting on with things’

Maybe today, this week...