Poetry Competition

Members are asked to ‘have a go’ at writing a piece for the website – again with prizes for the winners.
  • October, a Limerick on the theme of East Lothian

  • January, any form of poetry on a gardening theme


Poems should be sent to giffordhorti@gmail.com before the end the month concerned.

October entries so far.....

By Jeanie Cole

There was a musician called Derek
Who hailed no far frae North Berwick
So feart o’ Nicola
He grabbed up his Piccolo
And fled ‘cross the border to Alnwick

By Eleanor Hulme

There was a young bear in the wood

Who was rather fussy with food

When his tummy did rumble

He cooked up a crumble

Of acorns and leaves yum so good!

By Roger Wilson

There once was a gardener from Spott
Whose dahlias were admired quite a lot,
His tubers got wilt
His sunflowers a tilt,
So the prizes they all went to pot.

 


 

By Joe Clark

There once was a young lady from Gullane

Whose features were all sad and sullen.

But why, you may say,

Did she end up this way?

Twas because she married a dull ‘un

By Eleanor Hulme

There was a young bear in the wood

Who was rather fussy with food

When his tummy did rumble

He cooked up a crumble

Of acorns and leaves yum so good!

By Roger Wilson

When taking the dogs for a walk,
Through Speedy and Fawn for a gawk
The deer weren’t in sight
Three hares, a delight,
And up high, o'er the trees, was a hawk.

By Roger Wilson

The lime trees of Gifford grow tall

At this time the leaves are in fall

Blocking gutters and drains

Made worse by the rains

But the Bleachfield faired worse from the squall

By Eleanor Hulme

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

My heart is heavy 

Cause my love’s gone far away 

I’m left dreaming s/he will return some sunny day