On The Allotment Poem by Paul Fowler

On The Allotment



Outside under a clear blue sky,
Don't think about the work I've got,
Just idly let the day go by,
As I sit in the sun and weed my plot
Enjoying the quiet in the fresh air,
Doing my own thing, there's no judgment,
Just tending my plants without a care,
Spending a glorious day on the allotment.

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Really do get peace and quiet there.
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