Sitting in the garden

Sitting in the garden
by cricketjeff on March 18, 2009.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
I’m sitting in the garden with a robin on my shoe,
He’s puffing up and spoiling for a fight,
But in between displaying he has other things to do –
Like checking that my biscuit crumbs taste right.

I’m sitting in the garden and I’ve got a cup of tea,
A book of verse and sunshine all around.
The birds all just ignore me but on something we agree,
These biscuits are the best I could have found.

I’m sitting in the garden and I wonder how you are,
Across the sea with sunshine of your own,
But when I’m sitting writing I am sure it’s not so far,
I couldn’t write these verses on my own.

I’m sitting in the garden and I’m drifting off to sleep;
I wonder if our dreams will coincide.
A little boat is sailing to an island in the deep
And you and I are cuddled safe inside.

I’m sitting in the garden that’s surrounded by the sea,
The birds are more exotic in my dream,
But I can’t see them clearly as you’re cuddled up by me,
Now all we need is strawberries and cream …

Author notes
It must be Spring!!!