Garden Salvation

Garden Salvation

When I was five, dad made our garden grow,
In season yielding blossom, fruit and veg,
Our playground through the summers long and slow,
It sang with life from earth to leaf to hedge.

Through married life our garden’s been our soul,
Its yearly highs and lows like his and mine,
Its gifts through sun and storm have kept us whole,
Its labours our salvation over time.

The warming of our planet is OUR fault,
Whole species disappeared or under threat,
We must act now to bring this to a halt,
Or forever lose the chance to clear this debt.

Forget the monobloc –
plant shrubs and trees,
Give life back to the butterflies and bees.