As I draw back the curtains
The birds fly off the lawn.
They’ve eaten all the crocuses
And the grass seed’s nearly gorn.
The cat’s been digging holes again,
The mole’s been mountaineering,
And if you listen carefully
You can hear the blighter jeering!
The gales have blown the fences down,
The greenhouse glass is broken.
The cloches seem to have collapsed,
and the bindweed’s busy chockin’
All the plants I’ve nurtured,
Through frost and wintery weather,
Have suffered really badly
From nature, fur and feather
The dahlia roots are mildewed,
The begonias are shrivelled,
The Gladioli have gone funny
Where the Cuprinol has dibbled!
As I look from my window,
And the tears roll down my face,
I don’t think that I’ll bother,
And the curtains I replace.
By Richard Goodfellow
THE GARDENER’S SPRING LAMENT
Filed under Lifestyle
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