Born of a natural gardener

On gardening!

Born of a natural gardener

I turn over the soil,

Mow the lawn,

Pull up the weeds,

It makes me yawn.

I cut back shrubs

My hands I prick.

What the hell makes

A gardener tick?

Many an insect

Are ready to bit

And big creepy crawlies

Are out there to fright.

Don't know the difference

Between weeds and a flower,

To plant one and grow one

I've not got that power.

I look at my garden

sit here and sigh

The sun shines down-

A big blue sky.

It's time again

To go and do war

Why is it only me

That finds it a chore?

Re cut the grass,

Work up a sweat,

Wish it were winter

Wish it were wet.

Rake up the cutting

Turn over the soil

Very therapeutic

Labour and toil!

Dear Mum and Dad,

I can't be like you,

But if you're looking down -

The gardens' still askew!

Copyright Linda Lawrence
22nd April 1995