Virgin Plot Poem by Frederick Nellist

I've just moved in, the gardens a mess
It'll take me ages, a year more or less
To cultivate and grow requires hard graft
Technical of know how, and a little craft.

Starting off right and everything planned
All foreign objects are definitely banned
Footpaths and borders where they will go
And a nice green lawn I will have to mow.

An apple tree is a must, of course a pond
Brightly coloured fish that never abscond
Many flowers of sorts, shrubbery of kind
For my wife a clothes line, easy to find.

Most important are our feathered friends
Having a garden without them truly offends
Bird table and bath at their beck and call
All this surrounded by a sturdy stone wall.

Of course for this I get to pick and choose
I will get stuck in there's no time to lose
The work will be hard but not too extreme
Wait a year, help me take pride in my dream.