Echo's of a Wishing Well

Ripples made from a coin that fell,

The sound from within deep,

Resonates well,

Echoing a wish had been cast,

For an eternity it will last,

For a wish had been heard,

 

Blue and Pink

Blue and pink displayed in week,

On a background of green,

In a gardeners world.

A Beauty of Love Stands Tall

Behind the foxgloves,

In front of a wall,

A beauty of love stands tall,

Shy and hiding away,

To only appear on a sunny day,

An angelic white,

With an innocent look,

A snow white in Mother Natures world,

Where the creatures of garden play,

Running past her base,

Sometimes at night,

Sometimes in the day,

A Gardeners Fork Retired for the Day

A gardener's fork retired at the end of the day,

After been busy digging away,

Loosening, turning and lifting away,

In the garden beds where it was employed for the day,

The handler now sat in his chair,

Enjoying now the evening air,

For garden shows a display of the hard work, 

Provided,

To make it look this way.

 

A Monument to the Gardeners Friend

A monument to the gardeners friend,

The one who is busy from dawn to dusk,

Buzzing between the flower beds in shifts,

Working hard all day long,

Who helps the garden along?

With his buzzing wings singing a song,

English Garden on a Summers Day

Hidden in a village, 

In a garden they grew,

The flowers and plants tended by the gardener they knew,

Watered and fed in the flower beds by the shed,

Bordering the lawn, 

Where the grass grew instead,

Variations of scent, 

That perfumed the air,

A vibrancy of colours so pleasing to the eyes,

This English garden is a beautiful surprise,

With an ambiance to compliment, 

To relax a soul,

Pine Cones

Fruits of the tree,

Autumn fall from the year before,

Lay on the ground under the branches from where they fell,

A conical shape with individual plates,

A safe for the seeds that reside within,

Until Mother Nature release them to grow into pines again....