Pretension

The first gardening of the year maybe is small beer Tightening tired muscles digging the seven by nine, These great beetroot symphonies so divine where Rebellion rife not growing this, but the runner bean Its bright red - orange flowers and pods profuse Straight and long or turbaned at the tip to try to be Better than a neighbour's, though I dare not place a bet. One has to grow tates that Raleigh brought over the Pond That until a few years ago was no appetiser, being grown as Fertile compost, but now are edible with butter sliding down Their crevices even if their shapes arrogant supermarkets decry And leeks to complement daffodils in the flower garden and mint, That the Irish bard of our century wrote well its composition, its Colour, shape, and sharp but pleasant smell and strawberries few, To share with the garden birds theirs and ours keen cream appetites.