My Garden Memories of my late friend Sue
Lavender blue, memories of you Sue,
red roses too, next to lavender blue.
The honey suckle smells sweet as the bees
buzz in the heat.
But the grass is so dry, where no rain fell
from the sky.
Butterflies hop from flower to flower spreading
their nectar hour after hour.
The birds are chirping in the trees, as I sit
here writing this poem for thee.
Its so peaceful here in my garden,
watching mother nature, I often think there are
fairies here, no don't laugh I'm not on the wine
or the beer.
If only the creatures could talk, the beatles,
worms, spiders and ants, I think they would say,
"its good to be here crawling amongst the plants."