Rosebud in July
by
Helen Scott
Helen is from the Wirral. She has written around 70 poems, each stimulated by her experiences. She says, 'This was written so it could also be sung. Inspired by the traditional folk song 'It's a Rosebud in June' sung by William King in Somerset 1903. We were struggling with our own garden at the time.'
There’s a rosebud in July.
And it’s covered in Greenfly,
I grew some pretty Lupins,
Drooping now, I wonder why.
We’ll weed and we’ll hoe love,
We’ll plant seeds to grow love,
And it’s all for the sake,
Of a weed free garden.
Now it’s all to mow,
To keep the grass down low,
So the weeds and the dandelions,
Won’t have the time to grow.
The parsnip’s looking perky,
Brussels sprouts are coming out.
The Kale is showing it’s colours,
And that’s without a doubt.
After sweeping up all the leaves,
That blew down and we’ve cleared.
The wind has howled around again,
They’re back down, as I feared.
Our Mulberry tree was heavy,
It’s fruits have followed the bloom.
The birds flew down and pecked them off,
Now there’s nothing till next June.
We will dream and we’ll hope,
For a gardens good show.
An array of bright flowers,
Where the greenfly won’t go.
The tree’s stretch out their arms
On their limbs, birds in a row.
On a branch pigeons are aiming,
At our car parked just below.
There’s a plot set aside,
For Gooseberries, Rhubarb and such.
Grandma baked some lovely pies,
Doesn’t help the waistline much.
All for an English Country Garden,
There’s no gain without the pain.
The seasons they come and go,
Then we start all over again.