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



I don’t want to disturb you but

Nor do I wish to lie

And say I’m happy watching grey welsh...


Flowers and love songs are expected things

And verse like this (but better) when the talk

Concerns romantic love...