A love in verse

The Garden

2017-06-13
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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

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To Scotland

We met in Scotland: to her I say

Greetings on St Andrew’s Day!

She’s sort of Scottish by consent...

Sonnet: That Evil Elf

Frustration dogs my days. There’s not one thing

That I would do that does not stand in doubt.

As if some grinning demon cast a ring...