Nature Trail

At the bottom of my garden
There's a hedgehog and a frog
And a lot of creepy-crawlies
Living underneath a log,
There's a baby daddy long legs
And an easy-going snail
And a family of woodlice,
All are on my nature trail.

There are caterpillars waiting
For their time to come to fly,
There are worms turning the earth over
As ladybirds fly by,
Birds will visit, cats will visit
But they always chose their time
And I've even seen a fox visit
This wild garden of mine.

Squirrels come to nick my nuts
And busy bees come buzzing
And when the night time comes
Sometimes some dragonflies come humming,
My garden mice are very shy
And I've seen bats that growl
And in my garden I have seen
A very wise old owl.

My garden is a lively place
There's always something happening,
There's this constant search for food
And then there's all that flowering,
When you have a garden
You will never be alone
And I believe we all deserve
A garden of our own.

by Benjamin Zephaniah

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Excuse me? Elizabeth Bishop had no family.
So colourful and engaging!
She doesn't sugar-coat the mixture of loveliness and ugliness that is Florida. I love her bird verses - -who can resist: The state full of long S-shaped birds, blue and white, and unseen hysterical birds who rush up the scale every time in a tantrum.- -] and stand on the sand-bars drying their damp gold wings on sun-lit evenings.
Wonderful poem voted 10.
The Indian Princess makes me think of the myth of Pocahontas, in which '' she leaves her tribe and becomes a Christian'', but her skirt is buried in a swamp fulfilled with skeletons and the alligator is a kind of serpent that has a specific call for love and ''speaks'' in her ''throat''. It seems that this princess has no hope. It is more about a dying nature than about a life that grows up from death. The main expression is ''the fireflies map the heavens''.
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