My photographs in my garden
This was one of 344 of my poems chosen by teachers in
many schools across West Yorkshire for publication in 2010
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.