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 Must Rally, Allie


We had the happiness of which one hears


At the Window

What are the golds of autumn day

But copper coins while I’m away?

The leaves that wreath – all yellow and green...