Hi all. I have just started to write some poems. All of which helps with my shaky mental health these days. Thank you for reading
September - Leek show time (north east, UK)
Smoke from garden fires hung heavy in the air
Aromas of beech and blackthorn mingled with my hair
The beautiful light of autumn bathed the land in gold
Oh how I wish that my dad would never ever get old
He pottered about in his greenhouse with plants of every kind
Nothing was too much trouble nor a chore or a bind
September brought the leek shows and all that it entailed
Vegetable were cleaned, prepared and even some de-snailed
The day arrived with excitement to see just what he had won
Maybe some furniture or a tea-set but he wouldn’t be out done
Leek show weekends were special and we really should not mock
Heads held high, chests fluffed out and sometimes we did get a shock
Once dad came first and mam was full of joy as we carried away the prize
There before us in the sitting room stood a cocktail cabinet to gladden the eyes
Another year over and plans to grow more prizes vegetables and leeks
The beds would be dug and manure planted for the secrets and the tweeks!
Dad I miss you so much and you were taken from us all to young and too soon
No more hurrying to the leek shows and instead I think of you as I gaze upon the MOON!!!!!
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