Cottage Garden & Castle Poems
A Day In My Garden
Magic Of Rain
Choice of Dawn
The Master Returns
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Come and sit down with my flowers and herbs,
Butterflies skipping and bright chirping birds.
Ladybirds and dragonflies busy with their day,
While lazy frogs and snails on lillypads lay.
Aromas of parsely, chives and fresh mint,
Then daisies and pansies give a colourful tint.
With quaint borders of tiny picket fences,
Dazzling white all combining to tease your senses.
Here in the shade of my great weeping willow,
The grass underneath a soft green pillow.
A cool summer breeze refreshes your skin,
Lifting your spirits deep from within.
We can share tea and chocolate cake,
While telling of stories that laughter will make.
How I will cherish this time with you, dear friend.
Of course, we will meet doing it over and over again.
Tracy Willet
March 1999
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Breathe deep the bouquet of the rain,
gorge your soul with lucious virgin air.
Watch the trees bend and twist in the wind,
an earnest lovers touch through your hair.
Glass like drops kiss the dry ground,
swirling crystals on velvet petals so soft,
The hay of the fields lay warm and safe,
piled up high in an old wooden loft.
Sleepy creeks awaken to a cold wet fill,
smoothing over rocks and flooding the grass.
Animals now alert take to their homes,
birds in nest’s know this time will pass.
The forrest stands up and waits for applause,
as a flash of lightening blinks low in the sky.
A crack of thunder stabs hard in the quiet,
a hearty din from somewhere up high.
Minutes turn to hours as this chorus is felt,
sweet rhythm as mother earth gulps her drink.
This blanket of song brings forth much life,
giving birth to flowers of yellow and pink.
Clouds slowly part as the sun peeks through,
its a moment of magic for a rainbow is here.
We all know the legend of pots filled with gold,
It is there all around you and ever so clear.
By Tracy Willet
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Birds at dawn have so much to say,
Sipping sweet nectar to start their day.
Pruning of wings a time to have fun,
Flowers open smiling to face the sun.
Rabbits hop back to a warm safe hollow,
Mice scuttle quickly know its time to follow.
Eyes of a possum always alert blink wide,
Disappear in a hole from the world to hide.
Spiders break their webs laden with dew,
Insects for dinner on this day brand new.
For crickets it been a most busy night,
Now they are quiet and no where in sight.
Come on my friend! Join with me and rejoice,
You too can be happy its only your choice.
Lets not dwell on our sorrow and pain,
T’is a lovely dawn and we have so much to gain.
By Tracy Willet (Koala)
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A misty rain surrounds the castle walls,
a hawk gliding like a dancer as she calls.
The courtyard is quiet except for the wind,
that twirls and howls such a ghostly din.
Many riders approach and halt at the moat,
“The master returns”, yells a man waving his coat.
With a thunderous crash the drawbridge is down,
horses and riders cross all muddied and brown.
The Master’s horse so exhausted it hangs his head,
A cart following closely carries the wounded and dead.
The have suffered English raids on stock and supplies,
Now the Scottish Laird is hopeful of his replies.
A red haired beauty runs to her husband’s side,
her Master dismounts and holds her with pride.
“Och, Lass you are a sight to always behold”,
his same words of greeting are always told.
Into the mainhall there is a gathering of the clan,
where the leaders stand up and tell of their plan.
Some talk of revenge, others dream of peace,
but mostly they want this endless war to cease.
All castle dwellers return to their routine life,
the Master spends time with his beautiful wife.
They know that their days will often be hard,
working in the fields and on constant guard.
But for now the castle in all it’s finery stands tall,
the shields, swords and armour hang on the wall.
The endless passages, towers and secret ways,
waiting in restless mystery until its end of days.
By Tracy Willet
31st January 1999.
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