The Place Outside Poem by Charlotte Peters Rock

Its always there
The place outside
The garden or
The wilderness

It still remains
Though I don’t look
It grows and thrives
Though I don’t work

The days the months
The years go by
Where flowers suit
The butterfly
Where nettles bloom
And fledglings fly
Attentive rabbits
Crop the lawn
Neighbours gather
Spreading scorn

But still the place
Outside – content
Has no desire for argument
No need for neatness
All flowers bloom
No tidiness
For elbow room

It flourishes
In twining green
Where seasons grow
And fade between
This growing season
Or the rest

The calm of winter
Or the best
Of singing thrush
Of busy wren
And summer grows
Along again