The Garden King Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

In grandpa’s garden everything grows
with love that overflows.

There are flowers in various assortments,
they grow higher than I have ever seen
and butterflies and bees are everywhere.

This is a garden where fairies may hide.
it bounds you, it bewitches you,
it makes you believe
that you do see gnomes and fairies
dancing around the toad stools.

His vegetables grow so big
that they must have been the ones
that was used in the fairy tales.

These are the kind of pumpkins
that was transformed into Cinderella’s coach
and I have seen a few mousses eating on tomatoes
and grandpa said that he does not care,
as he has got enough to share.

His spinach will make you as strong as Popeye
and he plants a few chillies just for the bite.

The birds do love grandpa’s garden
as he do always put some extra tomatoes out for them
and if you look you will find
grandpa helping the gnomes to keep the garden clean
and that is why the birds and the bees,
the flowers and the trees,
the gnomes and the fairies
and the bugs and everything
that lives in his garden,
even the mice,
have crowned my grandfather
the garden king.