The trees beyond my garden
are wandering in for tea,
reaching out with open arms
they’ve come to visit me.
Once we stood quite far apart,
unknown friends to date.
Divided by a little path
and a wooden gate.
Now I walk my garden
they stand just feet away,
calling in their softest voice
come, sit and talk today.
© sweetwater 2023
This poem has a childlike charm. I had a lovely book of poems for young children. I used to read it to my kids when they were small. It was illustrated and full of poems like this…feel good poems that children (and adults) love.
The beauty is in the simplicity of the layout and the easy rhyme…plus what it says of course. 😉
Thank you Alison, as I was writing it I thought of children reading it. 🙂 sue.
Thank you Daffni, we are surrounded by trees, although it’s an estate it’s all very natural with hedgerows and large grassy spaces.
Like you I’m very nervous of the virus, and it is coming very close here right now. I walk my little dog and make sure I stand well away from others. I’d love to walk in a forest though. X sue.
Lovely rhyme. A simple elegance. So pleasing to read.
Thank you so much Verb. Sue x
Great to be reading your work again. The child-like simplicity hides a comforting and pleasing metaphor. I reckon the wistful nature stays with us all after reading.