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That touch the heart please add if you have a favorite.

This poem I found in a magazine years and years ago and kept it. It was very apt at the time.

Comparison.

Our neighbours lawn is not like ours,
They rake and weed and roll for hours,
While ours is lucky to get cut
just once a fortnight, like as not!
Theirs is greenest grass all over;'
Ours is daisies thyme and clover...
But not the finest lawn, I know,
Could smell as sweet as ours to mow.


Its signed Mrs P. P.. Monmouth.

Kiss of the sun for pardon.
Song of the birds for mirth,
You're closer to God's heart in a garden
Than any place else on earth.

(Dorothy F Gurney)

I wonder if she was one of the banking Gurneys?

<3

The kiss of the sun for pardon
The song of the birds for mirth
You are nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.

A verse taken from a poem
written by Dorothy Francis Gurney.

Snap, kanj. It came to mind immediately. :-D

Don't delete! :-D

Thank you JoyLouise. I'll keep mine on then X

Oh Cherry trees you are too white for my heart,
And all the ground is whitened with your dying,
And all your boughs go dipping towards the river,
And every drop is falling from my heart.’

Now if there is justice in the angel with the bright eyes
He will say ‘Stop!’ and hand me a bough of cherry.
The bearded angel, four-square and straight like a goat
Lifts a ruminant head and slowly chews at the snow.

Goat, must you stand here?
Must you stand here still?
Is it that you will always stand here,
Proof against faith, proof against innocence?

Doris Lessing, from "Fourteen Poems" 1959

Great minds think alike - and all that stuff, kandj. :-D

I thought someone would put that poem up Joy and Kandj.

Keep them coming as its a bit of joy in these dark times.

Stay safe all.

Here's another - from school ....

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with blooms along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.

A E Housman
(A Shrophsire Lad)

And one you won't have heard ...

My greenery's dense.
When I look over the fence
I see order and neat
And a beautiful seat.

My lawn is grass
To withstand the mass
Of game-playing feet
And tent from a sheet.

(Memories of children and grandchildren)

Me. :-D

O Joy thats lovely and such good memories too. <3 <3

Friendship is like a beautiful garden...
The more you put into it the more it grows.

I seem to have known forever the couplet

A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot
But not this plot I've got.

I've only recently discovered the poem it is parodying.

A GARDEN is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Fern'd grot—
The veriest school
Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not—
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
'Tis very sure God walks in mine.

(My Garden - Thomas Edward Brown)

Thanks Vera I hav'nt heard that before.

Hope you all had a nice peaceful Easter.

My Enchanting Garden

How I love my little garden, where I sit and contemplate.
My perfect piece of paradise inside my garden gate.
Hanging baskets, pretty pots, the flowers are brimming over.
The grass so green, the buttercups, the daisies, and the clover.

O its not such a short one but a nice one I think !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here's the rest.

How I love my little garden, where I sit and contemplate.
My perfect piece of paradise inside my garden gate.
Hanging baskets, pretty pots, the flowers are brimming over.
The grass so green, the buttercups, the daisies, and the clover.

Honeysuckle and jasmine giving off its sweet perfume.
Pretty lilies open wide, rose bushes in full bloom.
In summer they stand tall and proud as the buds turn into flowers.
I sit and watch as they all flourish and while away the hours.

I see the little fledglings nesting high up in the trees.
Bees in and out the bushes with their variegated leaves,
Where they gather all the pollen, then soar into the sky.
They're heading home at speed, returning to the hive.

The melody of the wind chimes as they tinkle in the breeze
Interwoven with gossamer cobwebs, at night the spider weaves.
The sunshine sparkles on the pond where the water lilies grow.
Golden fish and tadpoles swimming safely down below.

It's all so very peaceful relaxing in the sun
Where the butterflies flutter by having so much fun.
The sun goes down and darkness falls, the moon is big and bold,
Where all that live in the garden have a story to be told.

The little gnomes are watching the pixies and the sprites
Dancing by the wishing well, aglow with fairy lights.
I can sit here contemplating until it's very late
In this magical piece of paradise, inside my garden gate.

Susan C Walkinshaw-Kelly

Not a poem but I saw a plaque today that was inscribed:

One Who Plants a Garden Plants Happiness

Vera, I'm liking the plaque's message and I agree.

I've come across A Child's Garden of Verses book that I won as a composition prize in infants' school. VERY many years ago and it has this poem in it.

The Flowers

All the names I know from Nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse.
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.

Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames -
These must all be fairy names!

Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!

Fair are grown-up people's trees,
But the fairest woods are these,
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live, for good and all.

Robert Louise Stevenson.