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  • Val40Val40 Posts: 1,377

    I personally was subjected to unpleasantness from a member on this forum, just because I posted something they didn't agree with.  I don't always agree with what is posted, but it's their opinion and who am to challenge it.  Each to their own.

     

     

  • Hello I'm new to this gardening lark

    Buts its crept inside my heart

    When in my garden I feel my arteries un harden

    But please beg my pardon if I get things wrong



    As I listen to birdsong and insects to and throw

    Shhhh be quiet you can almost hear things grow



    As the breeze hits my face I drift off to another place

    Somewhere safe and free from the everyday noise

    Lets us all rejoice whether your name is Alan,charlie,

    Or Anne or monty don Come on let's go get our gloves

    On!!!!!!
  • Friendship.

    Why do I love my friends?

    What special thing distinguishes them from others?

    Why am I safe with some?

    Some spark is struck when we first talk

    Maybe some common bond, some trait we had not suspected.

    Acceptance, warmth encourage the spark into a flame.

    A common humour, commonsense,

    Each becoming more human in the other's company.

    Common hostility also makes a bond,

    but it is only a pale illusion of true fellowship.

    Lets forge friendship where we can,

    Trusted and trustworthy.

  • Val40Val40 Posts: 1,377

    Hello Sally. I haven't seen your name on this forum before so if you are new, welcome.  If not, I'm an idiot. image

    I thought that extremely poignant GG. Really liked it.

  • Yep I'm new thanks very much Tina!
  • I liked your poem, Sally. Keep up the good work!

  • PalaisglidePalaisglide Posts: 3,414

    Sally that is what this thread should be
    A message that comes from the heart
    Makes you want to shout with glee
    Each and every time you make a start
    To get out all the tools gloves rubber boots
    The job to lovingly devide old plants to take apart
    Gently cultivate from seed watch the new born shoots
    Listen to the sounds that every garden makes
    Whisper of a cooling breeze Rattling dry seed head
    The pleasure of seeing birds on ground freshly raked
    And joy of sitting with a glass before retiring to bed.

    Frank.

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