My Garden.

My garden is so big

that in the centre of the garden

is a garden centre.

That is not actually true.

My garden is not that big,

and, in the centre of the garden

is just a stone compass,

that encompasses the place,

shall we say, to a point.

There are no water features;

except for the bird bath

and the frequent clouds that pass over

and drop their passengers upon it.

Around the boarders,

bordering the garden,

passes a look of astonishment,

meant for someone else,

not me.

I take it to mean that the garden is stunning;

and I can be sunning myself here

in the near future.

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