All a boy needs is a garden of delight
When I was just a little boy Our garden gave me endless joy.
There were so many things for me
To smell and touch and hear and see.
The berries ripening in the sun
We’d pick and eat them one by one,
They were quite warm and oh, so sweet,
Yes, every child’s summer treat.
A spider’s web would catch the dew
And often flying insects, too.
Quick as a flash she’d bind them up
Then take them to her lair to sup.
The honeysuckle filled the air With heady fragrance sweet and rare.
The bonfire crackling in the night
Was truly quite a magic sight,
Just like a dragon breathing fire
As the sparks ascended higher.
Now when I sit in my deckchair
And watch my grandson playing there It kindles in my mind a flame
Such pleasures e’er remain the same.
Jonathan Bryant, Worthing, W. Sussex.