(HAUGHTY CULTURAL or Leading you up the garden path)
By Elsie Peacock 92 years young.
|Earthworm types are a happy band.
Always ready - with backs to the land.
Easily recognised - by black fingernails.
Sturdy boots, mud, and smelly pails.
planters amongst us will soon.
My little garden's overflowing with tubs. (excited)
The lady who penned these few lines had for the past few years walked two roads away to take in my summer display not just once a year, but for a constitutional walk every week during the summer without me seeing her. That is until I caught her timidly eyeing the garden from the shadow of next doors conifer. I told her she was always welcome to have a good look, and by all means come into the back to see the new stuff. (dahlias)
As the years have drifted past she's been less shy, and though she is loosing her hair bit by bit - she is still one of the prettiest visitors I have.
Even if her lines don't scan as magnificently as Keats they are still precious to me.
Beauty like poetry is in the eye, and mind of the beholder.
Elsie wrote these few words on the bottom of the sheet.
My Garden Verse appreciating your lovely garden - I was pleased to see your wife and daughter recently Ken.
Best Wishes from Elsie Peacock.