Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The day before moving house

I gave the wild plants in my garden their last drink.
Goodbye strawberries. Goodbye hawthorn.
Goodbye to lilacs and little Lord Lambourne.
You've done me proud with fruit this year.
Goodbye plum tree and brambles at the end
Where Towser used to try, try to fetch the ball.
I give you, laurels, your last drink, and grass
Have water too, and drive the new ones mad.
Goodbye slow-growing Cypress Lawsonii,
I don't know what will become of you.
And littlest shrub with the aniseed sprays,
Your end will likely come this fall.
Have your last drinks, here's to you all.