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 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
Sunset
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
The sun set beautiful
Red and orange
Mixed across the sky

Keith Wilson April 2017
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
A creeper once was planted,
On a cold North-facing wall,
The gardener wanted her to spread,
To cover the bricks and all.

In the weeks that followed,
She strove her best to grow,
But the sun was so unkindly
And the frost so cruel so.

Alas, one day a child at play
Broke off her slender stem.
'It's no use' she cried
'I'll never grow again.'

But she was so courageous,
A brave, hidden spirit she found
And started sending up new shoots,
Directly from the ground.

One day she got her just rewards,
For all her courage and strife,
The gardener came and transplanted her,
To start a brand-new life.

Now on a warm, South-facing wall,
Where the sun kissed her all day
And the gentle breeze caressed her,
She grew and grew away.

She grew so strong and beautiful
And when the tale is told.
Her crown of joy was autumn,
With her leaves tinged red and gold.

Keith Wilson . Windermere  UK  2017.
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
Hot
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
Hot
It's blistering hot
Here in England
No time to
Acclimatise
Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2017.
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
Monsoon
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
The monsoon season has arrived
Rain rain rain, rain again
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
I saw the deer early morning
in our communal garden
Tried to get some photos
But she kept disappearing
into the shady glen of the large trees
She seemed to come from the park
along the busy main road
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
Breathe out the bad stuff
The fear anxiety depression
And all the nasty evil thoughts
Breathe in the good stuff
Wisdom and light
From a clear clear sky
No clouds
And inner peace and calm will come
Just as a bubble bursts
All the nasty stuff
will disappear
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
The Birthwaite Gardeners


The Birthwaite gardeners
are at it again
They work so hard
they look in pain
They have hung some bags
to protect their seeds
They don't mind the birds
taking the weeds
They dig by night
they dig by day
As they go along
their merry way


Keith Wilson     July 2017
 Sep 2017 Elena
Keith Wilson
When  you  are  young.
The  village  seems  only
one  field  away.
You  can  skip  it  in  no  time.

Middle  aged  it  feels
two  fields  away.
And  is  getting  a  bit  
of  a  bore.

When  you  are  old
it  seems  like  three  fields
Almost  Impossible  to  walk.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2017.
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