BACK YARD BLUNDER
Not a garden that one could call one!
I admit it's a terribly small one!
But when it's at its best
It's a haven of rest.
(I'm sure all of you can recall one!)
But, last winter it wasn't too pretty;
It was drab and that's oh such a pity.
It was winter, I know,
But, with no flowers to grow,
It was not worth a stab at a ditty!
The impatiens has caught a disease!
In the winter it flowers with ease.
It creates such a colour
When winter gets duller,
And a chill wanders in on the breeze.
You can see, in the photo above,
The blossoming I'm speaking of,
All the brave little flowers
We liked to call ours
Which made this a haven to love.
Now they're gone and the Nursery says 'Well,
The future is too hard to tell;
Is the illness forever
Or will we be clever;
Will we have some new strong ones to sell?'
Impatiens! I beg you return!
You set-off every shrub, every fern!
Without you the summer
Will be a real bummer!
And Patience I really can't learn!