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


Constant  Birth

Creeper and ivy, gay bluebells

Norman nesting under trees

Emergent buds, the gnome that tells...

Wounded Heart

Who would want to dodge love’s arrows

When my Alison’s on the case?

The focus of my senses narrows