I especially like the last two lines, Douglas. Difficult to end a poem as
well as that.
Robin
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From: "Douglas Clark" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, May 22, 2005 9:20 AM
Subject: poem
> Patrickus wanted a poem with a bit of cat in it so here's one....
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> Susan's garden
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> It is a wilderness.
> I built it.
> I planted three blackcurrant bushes,
> A gooseberry bush and a bilberry.
> I planted two giant blackberry roots.
> On the ridge below it
> I planted over twenty heathers,
> Rich in colour and variety.
> Now it is wild roses and convolvulus
> Interspersed with blackberry fangs.
> I planted the wild roses as a border.
> They have encroached.
> I never go there now.
> I used to sit on the wall with Fritz Cat beside me
> Looking out over Susan's garden
> Down across the rooftops of Bath.
> Now it is finished.
> The convolvulus attacks my forsythia and lilac.
> I let it climb.
> These last ten years I have lost interest.
> There is no dynamism in me
> As when Fritz was a kitten
> And I used to work till dusk in the garden.
> Now it is a wilderness,
> Like Coatham when I was a child.
> I carry my past with me.
> It will always be Susan's garden.
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> Douglas Clark, Bath, Somerset, England ....
> http://www.dgdclynx.plus.com
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