There is this nursery where I like to go,

Plants and shrubs are there on show.

Seedlings in trays, to be pricked out in pots,

Violas, violets and forget-me-nots.

There is a nursery where I like to go,

Old garden tools are displayed on a wall,

Old rusty shears, saws and secateurs

Displaying a history of laughter and tears.

There is place where I like to be,

To be shared with the butterfly and with the bee.

In wartime and peace there are flowers in June,

And the blackbird’s song is never out of tune.

This historic walled nursery and greenhouse too

Remind me of times that I once knew.

In war and peace there are flowers in June

And the blackbird’s song is never ever out of tune.

 R. de L.

03/05/2013

The Walled Nursery Click on the mp3 icon to hear this poem in song.

For your own experience of this historical nursery visit the website www.thewallednursery.com