The Little Flowerpot

The LittLe Flowepot A little flower pot all alone, Looking for a loving home. Over the years he had grown many flowers, Inside the window and away from the showers. Geraniums, chrysanths and many more Reds, pinks, yellows and blue azure. He had so many tales to tell, His sad little eyes began to well. Life had been good at the very start, He was shiny and new and VERY smart. He tended the plants with loving care, Some water here, some water there. The bumblebees would call to say "May we please take some nectar to-day?" Their black and yellow striped suits they wore To go and make honey in their store. The little flower pot loved this life, Away from all the toil and strife. Then one day he slipped and fell, The flowers knew that he was not well. The little flower pot wept and cried Thrown on the compost heap on his side A little hedgehog scurrying by, Said “little flowerpot do not cry.” Autumn and winter turned into spring, The little flower pot was caught up in string And safe inside his sheltered lea Two baby hedgehogs played with glee. The little flower pot lives again, In sunshine, tempest, storm and rain. His hedgehog family he guards with pride His face a grin from side to side. Barbara Brewin (c)