The Swaffham Crier Online

My Gardening Year

In the Spring, I set the seeds,

And wonder if they'll outgrow the weeds.

In Summer, I just laze about,

And watch the pretty flowers come out.

In Autumn, when the leaves are dead,

I take them to the compost bed.

But in Winter, I don't venture there,

For among the trees, are three wolves and a bear.

Ophir