Every garden needs a journey,
I have heard it said.
So, I lugged my paving slabs,
Zigzagging them, crazily, across the lawn,
Placing them carefully so as to coincide
With where the grass was unevenly worn.
I’m not Alan Titchmarsh,
But I could always pretend,
As I lay those flagstones, step by step,
Towards the rockery at journey’s end.
Every life should have a journey, too.
So, where are we going to, me and you?
Are we stumbling, meandering, or striding along,
Enjoying all the flowers which we walk among,
Shared in visits from our many friends?
A journey taken, step by step,
Towards the rockery at the end.
Mon 22nd May 2023 16:02
Thanks Uilleam. Great poetic reposte! Is there a Tuesday Club, too?
And thanks for the complement, Kevin. Takes one to know one, as they say! Cheers a lot! 😀
Mon 22nd May 2023 13:16
You're a lucky person John Botterill. And one amazing writer. It's an honour to share this journey with you!
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Mon 22nd May 2023 12:33
My inspiration's flagging,
My paved intentions crazy,
So cobblers to the lot of it,
I'm now borderline insane.
Right, I'm now off to the Monday Club where I can talk bollocks to someone other than myself!😅
Sun 21st May 2023 19:26
Thanks for the comments, Manish, Stephen and Leon. Much appreciated! 😀 Yes, NOT being Alan Titchmarsh IS a good thing, Stephen 😂
Thanks for the like, Matilda 😀
(I sometimes worry about how rocky the rockery at the end will be!
Sun 21st May 2023 10:02
Wonderfully flowing and yes poignant poem John 👍
Manish Singh Rajput
Sun 21st May 2023 02:58
A beautiful and poignant poem, John B. Interesting reference and vocabulary. Very wise and great at description too. Loved the last stanza that hits very hard on emotions.
Sat 20th May 2023 21:59
A rather poignant poem in the end, John. My dad was good at laying crazy paving. There's no shame in not being Alan Titchmarsh; in fact......
Sat 20th May 2023 21:49
Thanks Kevin and Uilleam. I'm no gardener or builder, Uilleam, both things my dad was great at. I try to keep it all tidy haha. I'm impressed that you built your own steps!
Is there a poem in it, perhaps? 😏😂
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sat 20th May 2023 20:42
stumbling, meandering, or striding along,
A bit of each for me now, John.
When I think on our little back garden on a 45 degree slope, how I built a set of steps from old flagstones and cobbles from nearby demolished houses, with no building skills at all. Still solid as a rock though!
-but ouch, my back!
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