from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
Just the colour for Christmas celebrations
icy blue to match conditions outside
note – this colour also has something akin with a festive feathered friend
going about their business – landing on tree, grass roof and fence
living in a nearby nest, tending to the young uns
except – you won’t see them this celebration, maybe next.
Something to brighten up the borders
of your garden as the leaves on the trees start to
roll around in the autumn wind
the gardeners call it pink, the flower buffs call it purple
of course, while it’s still in
flower – nobody minds what shade it is – it still looks lovely by the lawn
Salford 30th April 2020
They come back every spring time
when the mercury starts to rise
taking up a home in the trees
giving passers by a surprise
Two birds sitting in their nest
wait till little uns do arrive
then mum and dad will feed them
so the little uns do thrive
And each morning when the suns up
Mum (or Dad) does hop
out of their green leaved little home
on a journey to the shops
Returning with some corn or wheat
or maybe a worm or a bug
to feed up the little birdies
in the nest all nice and snug
But like all little children
they grow up and explore
so don’t be surprised, if in morning you rise
and find the kids next door
#Coloryourworld #CYW #junglegreen
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the garden
Up shoot the blades from that packet you bought from the DIY Store
Not like your regular grass – this lot grow an awful lot faster
Going up as high as a giraffe’s neck
Local’s wonder where you disappeared to
Encapsulated by grass as you sit on your garden chairs
A tale of two neighbourhood cats – c/o my profile on allpoetry.com
Sat on a grassy spot,
someplace by the house
two brothers sit on the outside porch
dreaming about a mouse
They’re waiting for their mum
to serve up summat for tea
and have been playing in the backyard
rolling in the grass with glee
Prowling through the green grass
as not to be seen or heard
pouncing on patches of lawn
hunting for a bird
Climbing on tables and chairs
in their fur all black and white
pondering what’s their catfood tray
thinking – what’s for tea tonight ?
Down the road blown by the wind
rafts of snow travel quickly
in forms that move like starlings
forward and back, the snowflakes move
till the wind drops, and they land softly on the lawn
deftly floating it’s way out to sea
rickety branches travel across the water
in expectation they’ll
find their way through the salty sea
towards the sandy shore
Salford, 15th November 2017
In response to the daily post prompt
Tortoiseshell tom surveys his patch of green
even the dogs know to stay off this lawn
royal rumbles await any interloper
rounding on the garden
its all his – and every night he lets you know
taking on those who’d want to mark their place
on his little kingdom
right now though – this little prince is
yelling at the front door….he wants his lunch!!!!
Its quite easy being green
Watching the plants wake from the cold of winter
sprouting new shoots from barren branches
Calamatous cold conditions
giving way to glorious growth
watching wiry stems produce perfect petals
Evergreens look on proudly
as new growth comes from fallen seed
proud parent watching little seedlings
Rainbows of colour
pop through the carpet of lush greenery
from red through to violet – dotted round the borders
#coloryourworld #cyw #screamingreen
Some say, you’re a loud color
Causing a bit of a stir when you’ve been seen
Round the flowers you get more attention
Even more than the reds – to them it’s obscene
As your noisy colour spreads through the garden
Many cover their eyes at the sight
Its like Halloween twenty four – seven, particularly at
Night – time, the stars and moon don’t know what to think –
Glowing as you do on the front lawn
#Coloryourworld #CYW #Yellowgreen #Yellow-Green
Mr Macgregor made a mistake
leaving those plant pots there
for where there was a lush green lawn
now requires a little repair
For a bobbled line of circular kind
can be seen each side of the path
it looks like the Macgregor’s lawn
faced Mother – Nature’s wrath
So circles round, they decorate
down the garden from house to gate
in a shade of yellow – green
(a colour the Macgregors aren’t that keen)
But certain plants they like that shade
and vibrant colours they’ll parade
Next to the yellow-greenish border
where everything to them is nice and in order
