Thank you for all your gardening poems, keep them coming! Martin Wiles wrote to us and said: “My mother, Pat Wiles, who resides in a nursing home and is a regular reader of Amateur Gardening has asked that I send you my latest poem”
My secret place, my fragrantjoy, where the world of chaosbarred,lifts and truly feeds my souland for a time I can disregard.I turn my head and there atortoiseshell plays on mylaburnum tree,I watch entranced at nature’sdance and feel a moment, ayearning to be free.With a more settled mind Iseek my friend of late and lookto see, my robin,keeping guard and watchingover the rusting garden gate.I smile, he is such a fine littlefellow, with ever watchingeyes,a flit, a hop, a skyward dash tothe sunflower hearts, a regularlunchtime prize.Then…
