Tranquil
Tranquil day, Spring on the flood,
birds busy with their careworn caution
just see how their skills unite to feed
and stay the course of life as plants
via for so successful photosynthesis
as we garden out of delightful duty,
amateur to our joy in the carefree sun
and quiet times in mid week as even
the traffic is sunny side up as most
neighbours at work and children at
school, so a rare tranquil state to dig
delightfully the postage stamp kitchen
garden and mow the lawn post noon
as the dew departs and the sward though
winning no awards except mine for not being
too wet or too dry, just right to walk, run, sit
on with the curtain wall of beach with barbican
trees of defence to keep us safe from cars and trucks
and soak any surface water underneath this green
copper beauty beach hedge, the envy of the neighbours.
Cutting out dead plants in serious style and pleasantly potting
assorted plants for a bounty of baskets that defy weeds to do
their worst as ours is a garden of England, so weeds warn that
flowers, vegetables and fruit will fructify successfully if we do not
take it too seriously for you know what they say, a perfect garden
predicates a lack of a love life, but she or he who loves a garden
cannot surely be loveless in their own life now that Spring has sprung.
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