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English Garden.

English Garden.My love for an English garden,

It knows no bounds.

I will never have to ask for pardon,

As I stroll these lovely grounds.

  

Many are the shrubs, bushes and flowers,

They fill my heart with joy.

Here I have spent many happy hours,

For most of the flowers are shy and very coy.

  

Hollyhocks abound in every colour and hue,

Great delight I find in every nook and cranny.

A few of the flowers are for me new.

Most of the names I was taught by my dear Granny.

  

I have wandered around gardens of all kinds,

In most parts of this wonderful Earth.

There is something in a garden that my soul binds,

Nature shares with me every new birth.

  

But in an English garden such as Kew.

Gardeners put on a wonderful show.

That refreshes me through and through,

As I am sure it will you if you take the trouble to go.

© Bernard Shaw

— Bernard Shaw, Mar 24, 2010

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Seren

16 years 2 months ago

Dear Bern

Thank you for the delightful stroll through an english garden ... wonderful rhythm in this one love and hugs Jayne-Chloe
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Bernard Shaw

16 years 2 months ago

Jayne-Chloe.

Jayne, Flowers have always played a large part in my life. I loved gardening and people stopped and looked at my flowers that bloomed right through from Spring to late Autumn, In Winter I usually had the lovely Scottish Heather. Lavender was a must for its wonderful smell.Thank you for your lovely comment, Love Bern.