Grandad’s Garden

Grandad’s Garden

Grandad, Grandad, grey and old,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a..?
NO!

With soily soup of clay and poop

And painted stones laid in a row

Grandad, Grandad, old and bent,
How does your garden grow?

With wire for peas tied on to trees

Dry twigs as bamboo cane

With trellis laths and tiptoe paths

And tubs to save the rain

Grandad, Grandad, bent and blind,
How does your garden grow?

With lots of weeds from dropped seeds

Lost tools and rusting nails

With wavey rows and runny nose

And compost kept in pails

Grandad, Grandad, dead and gone,
How does your garden grow?

With silent groans from ash and bones

That order worms to fork

With secret spells and Grandad smells

In memory of my work

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