Members are asked to ‘have a go’ at writing a piece for the website – again with prizes for the winners.
January, any form of poetry on a gardening theme
Poems should be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org before the end the month concerned.
January entries so far.....
By Sarah Curtis
In the greenhouse, Icy patterns frost the glass.
While dormant tubers rest
The robin follows me bed to bed
And with her twittering song, I am blessed.
As I tidy up leaves and pull the odd weed
The Robin takes advantage of an opportune feed
Though the ground is still frozen,
signs of life bloom
Winter blossom on viburnum and mahonia plumes
The earliest bulbs are starting to show
With hope of a sunlit spring
How I long for the blossom to burst on the trees
And the blackbirds and chiff chaffs to sing
But as silent snowflakes feather the ground
It’s a gardeners penance to wait
Reading gardening books and seed catalogues
That the post lady brought to the gate
The sweet peas germinated and started to sprout
When the weather warms up, they can go out
By then the bulbs will be flowering once more
And gardeners will be spending all our time outdoors.
So roll on the spring, the birdsong, the sun
The gardening year has once again begun.
By Margaret Bryce
My Gifford Garden
I have a little garden; a bit at the front and the back.
There’s grass and flowers, some trees as well.
But gardening…...have I the knack?
I’m certainly no Monty, nor Alan nor George indeed,
But the thing that stands in the way of success
Is an annoying perennial weed.
My bête noire is Mare’s Tail – it grows SO fast and tall .
I’ve got it growing everywhere –
It drives me up the wall!
It pokes its head through gravel and soil. I pull it up and then
I look at where it once had been
And the blasted thing’s there again!
Aha!! Raised beds might sort the pesky weed – many barriers should deter it.
So here’s how I tried to foil the beast
And prayed my plan had merit.
A layer of cardboard, really thick, with another of Daily Mails;
Two layers of fabric, another of sand,
More fabric if all else fails.
Then, filled with soil, it was ready to go; my runner beans went in.
A sense of anticipation grew –
I thought I was going to win!
One week passed, then two weeks more, and after all that toil
My runner beans had companions there
Growing through the soil!
We’ve learned to live with them over the years, my veg and flowers and me.
Will they come again this year?
I’ll have to wait and see.
So can you help, my Horti chums, and tell me what to do
To rid my plots of the dreaded weed……………………or have you got it too??
By Alice Perry (P4)
In the garden I heard… Many beautiful birds, Singing, It sounded like lovely music.
In the garden I saw… Some fantastic flowers, Swaying in the gentle wind, It looked like a colourful rainbow.
In the garden I smelled… Lots of freshly cut grass, Piled up on the lawn It smelled like sunny days.
Written as part of homeschool homework, Pencaitland Primary School
By Eleanor Hulme
The world has turned
Light is restored
Brown earth prepared
Spring glory to shoot forth