My love for an English garden, <br /> <br />It knows no bounds. <br /> <br />I will never have to ask for pardon, <br /> <br />As I stroll these lovely grounds. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Many are the shrubs, bushes and flowers, <br /> <br />They fill my heart with joy. <br /> <br />Here I have spent many happy hours, <br /> <br />For most of the flowers are shy and very coy. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Hollyhocks abound in every colour and hue, <br /> <br />Great delight I find in every nook and cranny. <br /> <br />A few of the flowers are for me new. <br /> <br />Most of the names I was taught by my dear Granny. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I have wandered around gardens of all kinds, <br /> <br />In most parts of this wonderful Earth. <br /> <br />There is something in a garden that my soul binds, <br /> <br />Nature shares with me every new birth. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />But in an English garden such as Kew. <br /> <br />Gardeners put on a wonderful show. <br /> <br />That refreshes me through and through, <br /> <br />As I am sure it will you if you take the trouble to go.<br /><br />Bernard Shaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/english-garden/
