Clarity Of Gardens

I started a story taking time to clear mind

along lines of Garden Clarity seemed fine,

words they came I couldn't hold them back

what I needed to say was on the right track,

 

seeds had been sown nature expressing to me

reflections coming what I was seeking to see,

lake sits in massive grounds of country estate

weeping willows hang...leaves desire of sate,

 

clouds were now clearing as the sun it now shone

energy stirred air from electric storm on that morn,

tufts of green poking out from between flower beds

hope, beauty of fresh breezes to clear ones head,

 

lavender boarders brushing meandering stone paths

releasing perfume that bees pollinate and fly passed,

while vibrant stemmed roses don't fight for affection

fragrant scent catches ladies much needed attention,

 

mixture of sweet pea mix creep up to great heights

appearing to flutter like many coloured butterflies,

showy Delphiniums and bell shaped Foxgloves

are attention seekers in their magical world loved,

 

Groundskeeper Fred's been gardening for forty years

it's been a good life with lots of blood, sweat and tears,

takes off flat cap wiping perspiration from his wet brow

when robin inquisitively comes to land by Fred's trowel,

 

“Those creepers,” Fred says, “will be the death of me.”

Bindweed he digs out, but still it comes back regularly,

ivy rambles garden walls clinging on with great might

robin has no care to hear Fred's plight, so takes flight.

 

Back to potting shed time for a break, Fred has a think!

Quick bite to eat, flask of tea for a much needed drink,

leaving garden implements in a very old wheelbarrow;

sack of freshly dug potatoes and one huge green marrow.

 

Fred won't see another summer here he's due to retire,

sad but with aging back pain leaving him feeling dire;

young fit joints he once had, now lost to bane of arthritis,

pipe smoking for many years doesn't help his bronchitis,

 

yet! Fred still smiles wandering passed beds of salvia red

mix of orange and yellow Canlendula giving a great spread.

Behind metal frame glasses Fred considers a seedling

sowing he never shirked while happily whistling or singing,

 

proud to think of time well spent creating colourful garden,

with his imagination, working hands blistered but hardened,

never complained just enjoys for the public to blissfully see

Fred's hard work at National Trust Gardens feeling carefree.

 

 

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