Visions Of A Patio Dweller, words she created, someday I’ll tell her....
Because I can see a free breeze that that takes heed of these day dreams,
A quite magnificent little patch of land if I’m honest
All created by her in a fashion that’s modest
Green blankets, Chinese bridges, gravel sandpits age old trinkets
Two chairs for appreciation, lazy conversation and agricultural admiration.
Because round here, Lexus is lurking always on duty never shirking,
Postmen beware, neighbours you’re not even safe from this number 4 policeman.
He’ll be watching out, chasing the echoes of your footsteps and in the meantime,
He will pursue occasional flies or interrogate stationary snails,
If nothing else be on offer he inspects the wind or forever chases his own tail.
That bark could deafen, he keeps kind faces away, like criminals
Guarding the garden gates of heaven.
Wind chime beckons to a beat only the birds can understand here,
Mother hangs out the whites, giving this garden a pearly grandeur.
Exotic plants give leaves for thought, never a dull moment in this green port.
Butter flies flutter by, distant lawn mowers subtle cry,
Surveillance seen, bye keen dog’s eye in a garden in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem