A Child's Garden Poem by Barry Middleton

I think I was just ten or twelve,
and more like ten I'd say.
The past is always hard to delve;
some memories drift away.

But when somebody throws a switch,
it all comes back to me.
Although there always is a hitch,
a lesson I might see.

My garden plot was very small,
but I had worked it well.
It fed the family one and all,
but gave no crop to sell.

My garden was like poetry,
that only reached a few;
and like a prayer not just for me,
but maybe also you.