A Beauty of Love Stands Tall

Behind the foxgloves,

In front of a wall,

A beauty of love stands tall,

Shy and hiding away,

To only appear on a sunny day,

An angelic white,

With an innocent look,

A snow white in Mother Natures world,

Where the creatures of garden play,

Running past her base,

Sometimes at night,

Sometimes in the day,

A Gardeners Fork Retired for the Day

A gardener's fork retired at the end of the day,

After been busy digging away,

Loosening, turning and lifting away,

In the garden beds where it was employed for the day,

The handler now sat in his chair,

Enjoying now the evening air,

For garden shows a display of the hard work, 

Provided,

To make it look this way.

 

A Monument to the Gardeners Friend

A monument to the gardeners friend,

The one who is busy from dawn to dusk,

Buzzing between the flower beds in shifts,

Working hard all day long,

Who helps the garden along?

With his buzzing wings singing a song,

English Garden on a Summers Day

Hidden in a village, 

In a garden they grew,

The flowers and plants tended by the gardener they knew,

Watered and fed in the flower beds by the shed,

Bordering the lawn, 

Where the grass grew instead,

Variations of scent, 

That perfumed the air,

A vibrancy of colours so pleasing to the eyes,

This English garden is a beautiful surprise,

With an ambiance to compliment, 

To relax a soul,

Pine Cones

Fruits of the tree,

Autumn fall from the year before,

Lay on the ground under the branches from where they fell,

A conical shape with individual plates,

A safe for the seeds that reside within,

Until Mother Nature release them to grow into pines again.... 

Alphabet Selection

 To select the letters to form the words,

     To form a sentence or a verse,

         Bonded to the page by pen and ink,

            Emotions captured from with in deep,

                To bravely write and cast it out,

                    Truly how you felt,

                        To stir a bond with those that read,

                            To understand where you have been,

                               Just spell it out,

                             A

                            B

                           C

                          D

                         E

                        F

                       G

                      H

                     I

                    J

                   K

                  L

                M

               N

              O

             P

           Q

          R

         S

        T

       U

      V

    X

   Y

 Z

              

Battle Scars are Nursed Away

Over time smoother the rocks have become,

Washed and cleansed by Mother Nature,

Battle scars are nursed away,

Repeated process day by day,

Personal growth through a flowing tide,

As waves and waves pass over and by,

To change the appearance of what once was,

With a healing touch and a lot of love,