My Garden

My place I can be in I said.

Surrounded in things that have grown.

It clears my mind and my head,

Peacefully being alone.

Informal edges quite wild.

So natural seems this man-made space.

The breeze is warm and mild.

It feels that the world meant this place.

The pond's nestled down in its space.

Fish, plants and creatures reside.

Lush and green, my watery place,

A place to just be beside.

Shed stands sturdy. English and proud.

It's stood for years in its place.

Sun-baked wood has paled now.

It's sense of belonging, so great.

My beautiful gate of Provence blue. 

Before it was nothing, just plain.

Now is perfect, a perfect hue.

Just a gate, but never the same.

~ The End ~ 

"If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden" -Frances Hodgson Burnett. The Secret Garden.

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Poetry is harder than it looks....

I had a go at writing a poem. I'm not sure I adhered to all of the poetry rules but I enjoyed trying and promise to learn all about rhyming prose and structure for the next one! 

You & Me

I wanted a girl. I dreamed of a girl.

I was meant to have a girl in my world.

A voice on the phone said you were a girl.

My little girl lovely, all blue eyes and curls.

I was a girl. I knew how to be one.

It just felt right that you were one too.

So many things to enjoy, me and you.

Reading and singing a lullaby loo.

I want to stop time and to keep you this small.

But I want you to learn and grow strong and tall.

I cherish your joys and cherish your fears.

For in a blink of an eye, the minutes are years.

I may tell you off. I may make you cross.

But goodness I love you with all that I've got.

It won't always be perfect but will always be,

that you are my girl and your Mummy is me.