Lunch time therapy beckons
in the far back corner of my yard.
Solace amongst the greenery,
soothes the torture of another innings gone askew .
Prolific weeds infiltrate, amid the genuine growth,
clamouring to replace the established order.
Undesirable intruders are identified, extracted and
dispatched over the fence as easily as a bad ball is hit for six.
Resilient, white daisies bloom and bring a smile to my face,
As resplendent and hardy as an ageing batsman
striving to recapture the accustomed brilliance of his youth,
– one last time.
Butterflies hover like fans keenly seeking autographs
Bees persist until appetites are satisfied with a sweet catch.
Refreshed, rested and ready, I return to face another session
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Round and round Pam’s garden
long putter in his hands
Punter in retirement
is now a golfing man.
Lovely Pamela, and good comment Phanto. Keep up the good work and words.
Yvette
Pamela, I hope the Australian batsmen have a patch in their backyards to escape to, looks like they’ll need it. Lovely work
Very nice Pamela. We’ll miss Ricky.