small path, a right of way,
for me, to go down the back lane.
it is all forget me nots,
i wrote of it before.
i had bought 1000 seeds, black
from ebay, wondered who counted
he is a farmer, will strim
them soon, so i gently pulled
a plant. the ground gave easily,
moles had been tunneling.
i will forget thee not.
he is a farmer.
managing? knowing that it will come clear,
gradually, carefully, piece on piece.
they do say, a little help
et cetera, they do say such
a lot of things.
help spurred me on to
sort and tidy, categorise
they do say that it is rubbish,
yet placed in tidy piles, it
becomes most attractive.
they even like the photographs.
tides are higher now,
flooding the paths.
he walked the mud,
bringing the footsteps back to us
. we mop the floors, when the rain stops.
if you leave the boots to dry,
the earth will knock off, neatly.
there was a parial eclipse, the tides are high.
he was a gardener.
he was a gardener. sbm.…Continue