My Garden
This is where is started for me in 2015 with a smashed up ankle and lots of time to think. I enjoyed it and still do, but a job would be pretty handy too. Ho Hum. Sorry to bore you if you have read it before, just was a good reminder to self....
1. My Garden
Shall I let you into a secret?
I’ve got fairies at the end of my Garden
Yes, it’s true but Shh! Don’t let anyone know
Especially ‘Er next door
They only seem to come out at night
When I’ve had my dinner and a sup or two
I like to go out and watch
The fairies at the end of my garden
They don’t talk, not to me at least
I just watch their graceful, glowing bodies
Flitting to and fro, gently beating their wings
Those beautiful fairies at the end of my garden
And when I decide to sit out
As the gloom of the night envelops me
I stare wistfully from the balcony of my tower block flat
And just wish I had a garden
Andy Smyth
Mon 21st Aug 2017 22:34
Hi Sinead, hope all is well.
The one that kicked me off was by Michael Rosen - "I've had this shirt"....
I've had this shirt
that's covered in dirt
for years and years and years
It used to be red
but I wore it to bed
and it went grey
cos I wore it all day
for years and years and years
The arms fell off
in the Monday wash
and you can see my vest
through the holes in the chest
for years and years and years
As my shirt falls apart
I'll keep the bits
in a biscuit tin
on the mantelpiece
for years and years and years.
Just makes me grin. Taught me not to take myself too seriously....
Keep writing. No harm done.