The Garden in Spring.
The garden in spring, a delight to beholdJust watching the wildlife and plantlife unfold
A lawn decked in green, the trees and the shrubs
Blackbirds and sparrows all rummage for grubs
The squirrel so nervous, he leaps here and tere
Looking for peanuts he buried somewhere
A magpie looks on, in some what disgust
He can't figure out why he's making a fuss
The wood pidgeons canoodle, on the fence as they do
Built a nest in the tree, to savour the view
Not forgetting the jackdaws, who arrive twice a day
And liked it so much they decided to stay
The bandits we call them, because of their mask
Raiding for titbits an organized task
The doves with their collars, so prim and sedate
Watch from the arbours, in a mortified state
Along with the robin the thrush and a wren
They turn up in our garden, again and again
To nurture the wildlife, in the garden is right
And the garden in spring is such a delight.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-12-01 at 15:08
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