The Garden Poem by David Boyce

The Garden

From season to season,
The weather changes fast.
With all the climate needed,
For the growing of the grass.

The grass in the garden,
Entwined with all the weeds.
New flowers planted recently,
Growing up from their seeds.

The flowers in the garden,
Ready for their bloom.
And up from their hiding place,
Pops the spreading wild mushroom.

Nature has a funny way,
To help these things to last.
To help their vibrant colours
And the greenness' of the grass.

Written by David Boyce
14/10/04


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