Thank you for all your amazing poems. This week, Paul explains how he grows sweet peas and what these flowers mean to him Collecting toilet rolls for months before, Now all bagged by the kitchen door. April in the greenhouse now, Singing, as sweet peas I sow.
All varieties, a multi-coloured mix, On virgin ground pea sticks I fix. With string and rubber safety tips, I build my wigwams, love songs on my lips.
June now and the shoots are green, Ready to plant in their floral scene. All tied in now, I await the colour, Each year, richer, sweeter, fuller.
And then July the first flowers form, The fragrance carries on the morn. I pick my love her first bouquet, I hand them to her, no words to say.…