In my garden you will see
Flowers, birds and a busy bee,
Fragrant tulips, lilies, roses -
All the things to make some posies.
From my window you will hear
Blackbirds, thrushes, larks so clear;
Gathering moss and twigs and hair -
Making nests of beauty rare.
My garden gives me such great pleasure,
But alas it gives me little leisure –
Weeding, watering and cutting the lawn,
One needs to rise before the dawn.
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This poem was written by me when I was 11 years of age. I was an 11 plus failure and at a secondary modern school. We weren't taught much about poetry, and certainly not about metre. I wrote it and it remained in my mother's drawer where we found it when she died. No-one encouraged me to write any further poetry and so from then until I was about 65 years of age, any talent I had remained undetected. It was children in my local primary school whom I visited as a volunteer visitor who encouraged me to write and obviously thought I had talent because they asked for a new poem each week. Thank you children for what you did. It has been published in a book.