Tender gardener of my life – Thee:
You tore out every clawing weed
of rooted thoughts that troubled me,
cast all aside, of them I had no need.
You nurture fresh and scented herbs
bouquet garni, green and sweet,
shelter those that wind disturbs,
tending all in clogs or naked feet.
With love, You water seeds you set,
symbols of loved ones far and near,
nurtured close - so to beget,
new life - remembrance ever dear.
Butterflies betimes alight,
birds drop in from flight
to water dip. Silk webs are spun.
Drink Thee deep the nectar of the sun.
Bask now inspired among this
garden’s joy in rainbow’s sight,
revel long in all its blossom’s bliss.
But, veil them, lest they pale by night.
Relax, rest and spend more time,
‘neath shade of this thy balcony.
Watch, where nasturniums climb,
'neath its cooling, precious canopy.
I will gift mystic seeds for thee to grow,
watch thee plant them lovingly in a row,
these our hopes: talismans of thine to me,
twinned with promises of mine, pledged unto thee.
Together: we will tend them,
watch and help them grow.
Gandalf's Garden existed in London in the 1960s - 1970s It was a place of - not exclusively - Hippie, New Age and Flower Power adherents. I tasted some of its varied delights.