Poem: Our Little Garden

After reading a poem by Benjamin Zephaniah,

It made me want to write a poem – or at least be a tryer?

So I thought that I would write about our little Garden,

So I’ll make a start, and by the way my name is Jen!

We have many different plants and flowers, all coming up in Spring.

And if you listen carefully you can hear the birds, they sing.

So walk around our Garden, and see what you can see,

Whatever mood you’re in, you can just come and be.

The daffodils are popping up, there are buds opening everywhere,

And round by the compost heap – the foxes are in their lair.

The onions and the garlic, potatoes and the beans,

As you walk around, try to imagine all your dreams.

The little herbs, sprouting up – ready for the picking,

The squirrels trying to eat the seed – or at least give it a licking.

Butterflies dancing, caterpillars crawling, everything has its place,

But the garden certainly is a very special place.

So, once again as we walk round, stop and take it in for a while.

Maybe even have a look at the insect hotel pile,

See what you can see, and just ponder for a minute,

For this is a glorious garden – and you are standing in it!

The green leaves and the benches, the twigs and the trees,

Remember to be careful – of the busy buzzy bees.

But to each person, something different speaks to them,

Maybe to you it’s the spring flowers – or maybe the foxes in their den.

So, just move around and take in the smells and sights,

And try to forget about your worries, your problems and your plights.

Just focus on a colour, a shape or anything,

And know deep in your heart that to this group something you bring.

Whatever your contribution, may it be big or small,

It matters that you’re here, even if you just make a fat ball!!

So, this garden is ours, to look after and share,

And in this environment we can show compassion and care.

So join with me now, to say thanks for the outside space,

And may it be somewhere for everyone – a happy place.

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