The Garden Path
At the garden path, I stand
Fork and trowel in my hand.
Should I plant or should I sow?
Deeming to make the garden grow.
Firstly I must clear the weeds
Before I dare to sprinkle seeds.
Persevere or hesitate?
Cannot leave the garden in such a state!
A rolling cloud drifts by,
Darkening the grey/blue sky.
The wind picks up, it begins to rain,
Oh great, it's 'cuppa tea time ' once again.
Written by Irene Strange. (Poet Laureate, Southsea Green Garden)
Canoe Lake, Southsea.