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    This poem is in our local mag.

    Mowing the Allotment

    Cowslips cluster on motorway cuttings,
    Bellflowers bloom on buriel plots,
    Strawberries flower on railway embankments
    And its time for cricket
    And allotment keeping.

    Curtains curve clean as canvas,
    Old wives' tales revive in
    A wind from the East and it's time
    To pay Council fees, defrost seeds
    for Sunday mornings, of solitary peace.

    Madge musters her late requests
    More earlies, less beans, please Jack
    Oh and straw flowers for my floral art.
    Dont forget redcurrants and raspberries
    For my summer tarts'.

    Jack Sighs, shrugs, tamps tobacco.
    Mentally makes space for at least
    One prize marrow, cleans fork and spade.
    Pumps tyres, loads trailer, adds at the last
    Forbidden mags, a handmower to cut the grass.

    Yes it's time, although late this year,
    Time for wicket and allotment keeping.
    Bats snick balls to silly mid - on, spades
    Attack cold soil till Jack gets on a sweat.
    Breaks out his cache of home made beer.

    Drinks a toast with his neighbour, Fred
    Sys " Here's to England and success "
    Shines up the windows of his corrugated
    Shed, settles inside for a smoke, a sleep
    To dream of the summer which lies ahead.

    ND ( person who wrote it )
    Gardening ..... begins with daybreak
    and ends with backache

  • #2
    That's really lovely.

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    • #3
      Love it..............
      Kirsty b xx

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      • #4
        Absolutely love it - thanks, Jackie J
        My hopes are not always realized but I always hope (Ovid)

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