My Favourite Place Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

The lilac tree that starts to bloom,
The Blackbird sings his song,
He's sitting just below it,
The sparrows chirp along,
Another lovely morning sun,
Has opened up its smile,
And so the garden glows again,
I sit and look awhile,
For all around are pleasantries,
That make my life worthwhile,
Azalea's looking lovely,
The best it's looked by a mile.
There's nothing like a summers day,
To blow away the blues,
If I could pick my favourite place,
My garden I would choose.

Jayne Davies