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The Garden Path Irene Strange, Founder Member

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.

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