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 Cause

From kitchen to the garden, from the garden to the skies

This is my world of Thursdays where you, the very moon...

Thanks to God

With Allie singing round the place

Gracing the stairs as I say my prayers

Letting the sun start from her face...