We left behind the growing oaks, the contorted willow
with its weeping friend, and the chestnut which
protects us from the western wind.
The christmas tree, garden plonked some thirty years ago,
soon to chop and chimney, and its holly neighbour,
freed at last from greedy strangling ivy.
The white-barked birch, the leaning cluster pine, the maturing
walnut and arching alders, the trio of young scots pines,
rescued from loop moth caterpillars just in time.
The regiment of leylandii along the northern border all in a line
the laurel hedge, the little holm oak, the redwood brought
home in luggage as a burl now spearing to the sky.
The shy biloba, new, unsure, not yet deciding if it dare.
The host of yellow plums, which bid to sucker
everywhere.
The rowan in a *** bark nibbled by a bunnie, still waiting
for a plot.
The scruffy greengage, planted for its scrumptious fare,
the bramley sapling and the conference pear plucked
from the bargain bin last year.
We left them all behind, just for a night, with
a special mission on our minds. We
traveled south then west to a band
of dedicated people in a special
place we had to find.
He was there.
He's with us now, and quite relaxed.
We're on our way to take him back,
to live with us as a life-long friend,
and make our lives
complete again.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
We left behind the growing oaks, the contorted willow
with its weeping friend, and the chestnut which
protects us from the western wind.
The christmas tree, garden plonked some thirty years ago,
soon to chop and chimney, and its holly neighbour,
freed at last from greedy strangling ivy.
The white-barked birch, the leaning cluster pine, the maturing
walnut and arching alders, the trio of young scots pines,
rescued from loop moth caterpillars just in time.
The regiment of leylandii along the northern border all in a line
the laurel hedge, the little holm oak, the redwood brought
home in luggage as a burl now spearing to the sky.
The shy biloba, new, unsure, not yet deciding if it dare.
The host of yellow plums, which bid to sucker
everywhere.
The rowan in a *** bark nibbled by a bunnie, still waiting
for a plot.
The scruffy greengage, planted for its scrumptious fare,
the bramley sapling and the conference pear plucked
from the bargain bin last year.
We left them all behind, just for a night, with
a special mission on our minds. We
traveled south then west to a band
of dedicated people in a special
place we had to find.
He was there.
He's with us now, and quite relaxed.
We're on our way to take him back,
to live with us as a life-long friend,
and make our lives
complete again.
We've been to collect our new puppy !
