I got a Birthday wish

[The poly tunnel poet]

When rays start warming soil I'll be,
not far behind them turning soil,
uprooting weeds and making right,
with labours full of love not toil.

And you in yours as me in mine,
will some time look and ask the skies,
why we pursue. I held friends high
but found so often friendship dies.

Unlike the friends of mother earth,
without conditions they are mine,
between the particles they glide,
and those on wing come rain or shine.

A birthday wish came yesterday,
to all I thank and wish same way.......


Tptp A happy new year to one and all

[The poly tunnel poet]

Thank you Snoop Puss
and Can the Man I appreciate knowing you visited

TPTP

[Nicos]

Lovely!...and New Years greetings to you

[The poly tunnel poet]

That feeling when a dawn light breaks,
across the plants that you have grown,
and strips of light defrost between
the shadows cast. I know you've known
such sights if you have worked the land,
or when the winds that blow depart,
and all becomes a pleasant still,
such treasures found will fill a heart.

That feeling when a Robin comes
and lifts up grubs you hate to touch,
and flits away and back again.
Sometimes a visit means so much
it's hard to quite express the joy.
I mean I know to some it's just
a scrounging bird that hunts for food,
in soggy clay or loamy dust.

And better still that juicy bite,
of berries grown with tender care.
few joys might equal this I feel.
But anyway today I share
a new found joy that's quite bizarre.
I write this with a swollen heart,
to thank all those that left a like,
I feel a little bit "a part"


This is the time of year for hangovers hope any are departing now

Thanks for saying you popped in with "Likes"

TPTP

[The poly tunnel poet]

From a previous thread




In those surroundings you like most
go make a moment for yourself
where no one else can hear you scream.
Take in a gasp as if your health
depended on that final draw,
and hold and hold then let it go
with all your hurt and pain and grief.
You may well cry and rightly so.

But from you into nothingness
that scream will go. Your throat may hurt
each time you scream but scream the same.
Your heart and lungs may make your shirt
feel way too tight as might your ribs,
but out those pains, inside dig deep
and plant a seed that as a thought
can show a future you can keep.

Soon springtime comes and we all know
all this entails, to souls that sow
and prune and fawn on all that grows.
We lovers of the beasts below
and birds above. I wanted once
to leave these threads I didn't fit
but nowadays the blues abate
and my seed grows each day, a bit.