you and me
on garden chairs
pulled close
to pond’s edge
sit grinning
like proud parents
as our first frog
pops up for air
and this
this simple joy
of nature
in our wild garden
accepting our
watery offering
this brings more pleasure
than neat hedges
or perfect lawns
and while you slave
in your garden
we sit enthralled
in ours
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This is me LOL
Great poem.
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our frogspawn all just disappeared one day – left with little wriggly things
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That’s a fabulous poem! … and I agree too … I would much rather watch wild creatures in a nature-friendly garden than constantly mow bowling green-style lawns or spray bug-killers 🙂
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