My Garden (3) Poem by Phil Soar

My Garden (3)



Robins waiting for the earth to be turned
Picking off the bugs and worms
Bees seeking nectar from the smallest of flowers
Ladybirds, waiting for the warm sun
These gifts are things my garden gives me
And I revel in their company

Monday, March 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: gardening,nature
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