The Baroness

The Baroness is in the garden,
Broad-brimmed hat, gloves, secateurs, bees buzzing.
Those hollyhocks are lovely but goodness they grow tall.
She wonders about planting some carrots,
Causing much excitement in the seed packet.
She hopes it’s not too late.
It will be a day like many others she supposes,
Birds will sing, a cup of tea will somehow get made,
She may feel a little queasy,
Needing a lie down she will take to her bed,
And pass gently away.