Messi is on fire.

Messi is on fire.

A tin bath in the garden

Sunk into the soil

As a water feature

Full of Goldfish and tadpoles.

Nothing very grand

Although the mosquitoes

Found it did improve their chances

Of drawing blood

Before the Dragonflies

Caught on

To their shenanigans.

An unwary gardener

Was always fair game

For crazy bloodlust

And an anxiety disorder.

Weeding, done on hands and knees

Small-scale land clearance

Before the weather

Brought the leaves down.

Shopping carts

And a porcelain toilet bowl

Made for creative planting

In the corner

Where the soil slipped away

Into next door’s yard.

The miniature weeping willow

Took pride of place

Right in the middle

Growing and overflowing

A tumbledown

Of greenery.

Slender branches brushing the ground

A hiding place

For three-year-olds

To believe they were invisible

To the naked eye

Until they spied a Butterfly.

What a pleasure to behold

Nothing too grand

Not that great

But it was garden enough

For a family

To plant a memory tree

And watch it grow.