I love gardens, particularly my own! Having mobility problems I tend to take advantage of any good weather and camp outside in a favourite seat. Often smoking my beloved pipe in contemplation, I am instantly transported to an oasis of calm.
Recently I started dabbling in Poetry, having decided to jump in and have a go. I was moved to write another , number two.This one was inspired by my garden, I trust that it is not to terrible!
"The Garden"
born of contrived partnership with nature,
to be eternally nursed,
bringing seem-less order from chaos,
man and nature combine to emboss,
from a floral palette making less duller
bringing a kaleidoscope of colour,
painful thoughts and worries absorbed by beauty,
quiet contemplation gives birth to peace and tranquility,
birdsong enhancing the ambient choir of insect sound,
defies the impression of being here earthbound,
so easy to see this sanctuary of natural and sensory delights,
compelling the Pilgrim to memorise a feast of reflective insights.
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