MY CORNER

I have a corner in the yard

In winter it is always warm

If sunshine really is so hard

I sit out on my little form

The walls are tall, no breeze is there

At noon the shadows will encroach

Which really doesn’t seem quite fair

‘cos evening still has to approach

Although the shady garden’s white

And old leaves too are lying there

The frost that’s come the previous night

Other conditions might infer

December’s threat it does not mean

Indoors I have to spend my time

My little corner that’s so clean

Means I can sit, not spend a dime!

© Henry Dallimore

(GROW)