POEM

My Garden

by Anne Glackin, Bree, Malin Head

With thistles, nettles, my backache all gone,
The best kind of tonic is the walk around the lawn.
To stand in the garden is such a delight,
See all the nice blossom, red, blue, pink and white.

There’s the evergreen, without even a hitch,
Has grown and spread, covering up the old ditch.
I talk to the rose bush, it never answers at all,
I thank it for hiding that crack in the wall.
I look at the gnome, once thought I would sack,
But I’m glad I didn’t, he wards off the stray cat.
Thank God for the ability to plant all that I grow,
Blank out any thought of winter and snow

Horticultural.