By Josie Whitehead

My photographs in my garden

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This was one of 344 of my poems chosen by teachers in

many schools across West Yorkshire for publication in 2010

Josie's Voice Recording Rabbit prints

and rabbit prints in the snow


The visitors come to our home

     In their twos and threes.

The ducks tap on our window panes;

   The birds sit in our trees.


The moorhens, magpies - squirrels too -

   The blackbirds, robins, wrens -

All disappear when night arrives

   But next day come again.


In spring, accompanying them

    Are young, just newly born,

And on my lawn they stand and wait

   For breakfast every morn.


Young squirrels play quite happily,

   Chasing round and round.

They love to show the skills they have

   As up the trees they bound.


So, who comes to your garden then?

   You ought to make a list.

It’s good to share our garden world

   With others in our midst.

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