The weather's cold and damp
And a bit of a bummer
But that's what you get with an
English Spring and Summer.
I'm sitting in the garden
Trying not to shiver
Upper lip fully braced
Showing barely a quiver.
I'm drinking a mug of hot
Sweet Breakfast tea
Maybe it's coffee, they all
Taste much the same to me.
There's a squirrel running round
Pinching the bird seed
Alan Jackson's on Alexa
And I'm trying to read
I can hear the sighing of
My neighbour's garden trees
As the branches start to sway
To a slow rising breeze.
The water feature makes
A pleasant gurgling sound
As the pump circulates
The water gently around.
With both eyes tight closed
It really does seem
I could be sitting by
A flowing country stream.
In an urban English garden
That just happens to be mine
Some things are just priceless
And retired life is just fine.
