Tag: gardening
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The Gardener
Mr Foley ate lunch on our lawn He still had his gloves on When he finished up his luncheon His pick quick work of the air between him and the ground’s hair, like a policeman’s baton Clattering an insurgent’s head, station said it never happened. Naturally as a gardener he had a love for all…
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Spiders Dreams
My father made a pleasure dome in some mad Victorian fervour He began with plants and stones until it extended further and further Beyond crude palisades of hearty piled stones Near a pansy-shored meander, where a spider makes his home. ‘Tween mossy stone and cloudy bank in a web of gossamer spun This spider sits…