Poem 'Jane's Garden'

Jane's Garden

Jane in her garden,

going nut brown under a beating sun.

She clips and snips among the

hissing border flowers and watches

as her cat curls up within the bee strewn lavender.

Jane in her garden,

hoeing and sowing among the shaking shrubs.

A bucket full of weeds and stones is joined

by Mrs Blackbird searching through the fresh

turned soil for bugs and slugs to feed her hungry brood.

Jane in her garden,

sits upon her green reclining chair with ice cold drink and

kindle until the sun throws dark shadows

across the lawn and only mozzies come to dance.

Jane in her garden,

as dusky evening bats swoop and swirl among the clouds of

gnats and moths.

Then one last look,

and Jane is off to bed.