‘ The Shed ’
BY
CAROL VARDY

 

 

The woman across the way
Had her shed delivered today.
Most gardens and allotments
Have one, where men sit and while
Away the hours in-between
Growing veg and flowers.

They have a stove to boil the kettle
A cupboard holding cans of ale
A comfy chair, a table, all mod cons.
Like-minded gardeners call to have a chat
Discuss the weather, politics, and
Different kinds of plants.

Their prize crops would be on view
At the annual show, nobody knew the
Special ingredient that made them grow
The family could visit when seedlings needed to
Be thinned, as long as they didn’t rearrange
His shed, that’s solely for him.

However I digress, I rather fancy a shed
A welcome sign would be hung upon the door
Chintz curtains adorn the tiny window
Which would over look the lawn. there would
Be a doormat, no dirty shoes in my retreat.
A small table and a reclining seat.

A carpet for my feet, electric would be
Needed to make a cup of tea.
A fridge, yes that would be my treat.
A few books of my choice, perhaps a small TV
Then, I’ll abide in serenity
In my little tranquil sanctuary.

 

© Carol Vardy 2010

 

 

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