Jayne Davies

(5th October 1960 / Abercynon, Rhondda Cynon Taff)

Blooming Good


I look down from my window,
At my garden down below,
Then think of all the times we've shared,
Oh how I love you so!
The bees are humming softly,
A squirrel holds a nut,
The flowers have been tended,
And the long grass has been cut.
The Fuscias are looking splendid,
Your looking at your best,
My beautiful little garden,
Is where I sit and rest.

Submitted: Friday, April 12, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Jayne Davies (4/24/2013 10:19:00 AM)

    Ha! Mine could do with a cut to be honest! Lol. Thanks for the comment, glad you like it! (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (4/17/2013 12:44:00 PM)

    As I read your poem I am thinking that my grass must be nearly a foot long! A lovely poem and a good write (Report) Reply

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