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Mar 12, 2026
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Springtime
It's springtime, I'm into my garden.
Sowing, weeding and such.
It's a very hard slog when you get too my age
But I’ve always enjoyed it so much.
The fuchias now all are potted
There are beans, radish, onions and such.
Potatoes soon ready to harvest
Oh, the peace and God's bounty is much.
But now as I sweat, as I labour,
Out into the garden she comes.
Instructions fly forth from lika gatling,
From trees plummet unripened green plums.
Worms hasten back deep in their burrows,
Birds flap away to high treetops
Even butterflies, bees, little aphids
Flee from the barking gun shots.
For countless years this has happened.
From spring it is aways the same
But never again for under the hedge
A trench, deep in soil is lain.
So next year as I toil and labour
At peace with my wildlife around
She'll be here, but not barking her orders
But in bed, a few feet ‘neath the ground
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Just a bit of fun, there is enough doom and gloom written. But she is like that.
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Not actively editing
Comments
Rula
1 month 1 week ago
Hello Alex
Always enjoy reading about spring. I believe you did really well as you engaged me as a reader visually and through different scents in your garden.
I thought you can do better without repeating the "such" and "much in the second stanza. Just an opinion that you might take or leave.
Already enjoyed
Thank you for sharing 🌷
Alex Tanner
1 month 1 week ago
Hi Rula
Thanks for suggesting. This was knocked out in about 10 minutes without too much thought, just as a bit of fun. I may well edit it later as I do agree with you. Alex