Hidden Bouquet of Treasure

In my little rose garden
Beyond the withered aged wall,
Past the dark dense shrubbery,
I save a treasure, hidden from all

Golden bottletops and rusty caps,
Bright pebbles and old mails,
Silver paper, bits of ribbon,
Torn kites with no tails.

Pencil stubs and crayons,
A dear old toy or two,
A Chinese vase long broken,
Stuck sloppily with glue.

A bulbless blue torchlight,
A battered pink velvet rose.
Things Mum throws in the dustbin,
I rescue on tiptoes.

Now when it rains and showers,
I sit quietly in my heaven,
Gently curtained within the leaves,
From curious eyes I am hidden.

Only the stranger birds,
And clouds and squirrels and butterflies,
Know exactly where on earth
My bouquet of treasure lies.