With a grace
that belies their
Crocuses yellow and purple
like hands in prayer
and congregate beneath
milk-white, drooping bells.
Flowers that shoulder us
out of the darkest days
with a cheer.
There was the 1940s 'Dig for Victory',
the post-war years campaign against scarcity
How times again have gotten tough
when what we earn's just not enough
So I get an allotment after a while
of waiting on a list, seems they're back in style.
In varying seasonal orders:
propagate, create and procreate.
Upkeep, nurture, life support.
And (with its own reward),
the labour of love.
(join in prayer with mother nature).
Recessions only gift is to turn us back to the land.
To provide for and share.
From plastic plant pot or land unbound
to grow, unsoiled freshness
from roots underground,
others stored for all year round,
pickles and jams. spoils aplenty.
At the big spinner I overheard ma tell me nan
''look ma, there's 't floozy barmaid from the Prince Alfred,
always got her eye on my Bri''.
I skip up and down and 't last machine
she looks up and says ''ello''. I say,'' ello Floozy, I never heard that name before now'' she smiles and says,
''it's not my name, it's what I do for tips''. ''Oh'' I replied....
''is that the same as when nan tells me
to put me best foot forward?''
''Something like that'' she says and then looks up and laughs at nan and ma.