The Garden's Future Poem by Phil Soar

The garden keeps me looking to the future
Expecting things to blossom and excite
I sometimes sit and watch the wildlife scurry
And welcome peace and quiet in the night

The blackbird sings his song from early morning
Whilst others join the chorus tunefully
They never seem to stop, and may implore us
To join them, and sing with them joyfully

I must admit, the joy of being out there
A clear blue sky, of course, helps set the scene
I drink a cup of tea and like to sit, where
Everything is like a horticultral dream