Garden Magic #2
By Dawn Van Win
Find a garden
Go and play
Get that dirt
Beneath your
nails
It is a balm
For all that
ails
Sowing seeds
And tilling
earth
Coppice wood
To fill the
hearth
Growing veg
To fill your
belly
Feels more
worthwhile
Than watching
telly
Planting
flowers
Of every hue
Connects us
to
Our nature
true
So if you’re
bored
Nothing to do
A garden
somewhere
Waits for you
To co-create
And get
involved
Whilst
re-connecting
With your
soul
Copyright Dawn Van Win
Yea! Lovely picture & depiction, my wife is the gardener. Enjoyed the experience though...
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, flows well and I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiments. Gardening kept my daughter sane after the loss of her partner.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up in a concrete jungle gave me a longing for rural life and a garden is a blessing. I even find weeding relaxing and some that I murder are really quite beautiful. Nice poem Dawn, unfortunately there will always be some that hate gardening. They'd rather watch Telly.
ReplyDeleteLovely.I too love my garden.A saving grace during lockdown.
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