Gardener. .

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Andy Webb
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Gardener. .

Postby Andy Webb » Fri Mar 20, 2015 6:55 am

Rolling lawns and herbaceous borders, arbours and arches.
Arches and screens for climbing means, clematis and runner
Jasmine scents the stoned pathways.

Sandstoned in style, small walls jut seperating lawn from lawn.
Borders sprawl tall growing annuals.
Golden Rods and Yellow Broom.
Roses Red in full bloom.
Wisteria borders doors and windows blue and flowing.
Laburnum trees Yellow streams of reams.
Petals sleep on the lawn, everythings growing.

But now the lands untended, and weeds strangle with nettle and
Without care the garden dies, nature cries.
Lawns all dead, weeds two feet high.No floral splendour to behold
the eye.
Just weeds and dead wood, ants nests adorn lost lawns.

The airs bad now, the garden tried.
The Gardeners dead now so the garden died.

Time waits for no man though, and with that shoots grow.
Roots reborn dig and slither through fresh earth.
Cells multiply, and photosynthesis brings with this new growth.

A new Gardener guides his flowering brides and sees the seeds
hes sown grown and reach for the skies.
Lord of the land, the Gardeners hand
The floating poet....for sail.

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