Garden poetry

So fellow gardeners image

have you ever written about gardening? or maybe put down a poem or some verse about this wonderful pastime/hobby?

 

Now is your chance image

It does not have to be serious it can be like a Pam Ayres poem which is as you know full of amusing verse but it`s your choice.

 

So take it away who`s first image

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  • pansyfacepansyface PEAK DISTRICT DerbyshirePosts: 16,150

    Maybe you

    Could give us a clue. 

    It would be rude

    For another dude

    To be glued

    To the head

    Of your thread.

     

    Apophthegm -  a big word for a small thought.
  • pansyface wrote (see)

    Maybe you

    Could give us a clue. 

    It would be rude

    For another dude

    To be glued

    To the head

    Of your thread.

     

    A dude with a poetry attitude it`s clear to see image

    i shall explain i aim to please

    the answer that follows is short and sweet

    the number of lines could be two as in number of feet image

    but flow as you feel with ease & delight

    poetry about the garden is
    the header in sight.

     

     

     

  • pansyfacepansyface PEAK DISTRICT DerbyshirePosts: 16,150

    I have no literary skills. My shopping list is the height of my creativity. And is monotonously repetitive.

    Here though, for those who are old enough to snigger at it, is something you may remember from English literature classes in school.

    Thomas Edward Brown. 1830–1897  

     My Garden   

    A Garden s a lovesome thing, God wot!    

    Rose plot,     

    Fringed pool,  

    Fern'd grot—     

    The veriest school          

    Of peace; and yet the fool  

    Contends that God is not—  

    Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?     

    Nay, but I have a sign;     

    'Tis very sure God walks in mine.   

     

    My garden is more your fern'd grot style.image

    Apophthegm -  a big word for a small thought.
  • JerryBoneJerryBone Posts: 91

    Soon come the day

    whilst we sit and pray

    when bees and butterflies play

     

    In the gardens we've planted

    We cannot wait to get started

     

    The grass will grow,

    The seeds we will sow,

    We share what we know

     

    And that's how nature will go.

     

    (I have no idea if this even counts but I just made it up on the spot!)

     

     

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  • pansyfacepansyface PEAK DISTRICT DerbyshirePosts: 16,150
    Ah, that's sweet. image
    Apophthegm -  a big word for a small thought.
  • Snow MaidenSnow Maiden South Coast UKPosts: 862

    New to all this gardening lark,

    often up the wrong tree I bark.

    Trying with all of my might,

    to learn what's wrong and what is right.

     

    All in a dither when I direct sow,

    ....seedlings or weeds........I don't know!

    What is this and what is that,

    if you folk can't help me......I'll eat my hat!

     

    Planting pals and flowering friends,

    your knowledge of gardening never ends.

    Thankyou for sharing it with me,

    one day, in return, maybe I'll help someone.......we will have to wait and see

     

     

  • YviestevieYviestevie Kingswinford, West MidlandsPosts: 4,976

    I love my garden it’s a joy

    I tend it with great care

    And all the plants they bloom and grow

    It’s beauty it doth share.

    No shrub or flower causes grief

    No bugs or weeds annoy

    The seasons each provide a thrill

    So can someone tell me why.

    Despite such careful pruning

    And feeding with such care

    My damn Wisteria just wont flower

    It simply isn’t fair.

    Hi from Kingswinford in the West Midlands
  • pansyfacepansyface PEAK DISTRICT DerbyshirePosts: 16,150
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    Apophthegm -  a big word for a small thought.
  • pansyfacepansyface PEAK DISTRICT DerbyshirePosts: 16,150
     

    An adaptation of the Barnsley Anthem to suit penniless gardeners. (And aren't we all.)

    We’re all dahn in t’ green 'ouse where muck slarts on t’ winders,
    We’ve used all us coil up and we’re reight dahn to t’ cinders;
    If bum-bailiff comes ’e’ll never finnd us,
    Cos we’re all dahn in t’ green 'ouse where muck slarts on t’ winders.

    2
    We’re all dahn in t’ green 'ouse where muck slarts on t’ winders,
    Door-’oil’s wide oppen as it’s oft bin afooer;
    Fire-’oil it’s nearly reight chock full o’ cinders,
    An t’ wife she’s aht callin’ wi’ t’ neighbour next dooer,
    Cos we’re all dahn in t’ green 'ouse where muck slarts on t’ winders.

    3
    We’re all dahn in t’ green 'ousewhere muck slarts on t’ winders,
    Door-’oil’s blocked up wi’ ashes an’ cinders;
    When t’ chap comes for t’ rent, will ’e be able to finnd us?
    Ma comes wi’ t’ rollin’ pin, Pa wi’ t’ berlinders,
    When we’re all dahn in t’ green 'ouse where muck slarts on t’ winders.

    winders = windows
    bum-bailiff = court official empowered to seek entry and remove goods 
    ’oil/coil = hole/coal
    slarts = dashes
    callin’ (to rhyme with Stalin) = gossiping
    berlinders = bellows

    Tune is Ach du liebe Augustin much used in Britain for children’s and bawdy songs.

     Apologies.image

    Apophthegm -  a big word for a small thought.
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