The
Ancient Rose
There’s
a great big hole where once the roses grew
That
bloomed in this old garden many years
It’s
time for change and we must start anew
Rust,
rot and canker, dead wood and mildew
Their
long dead planter would be left in tears
There’s
a great big hole where once the roses grew
That
gardener’s dreams of glory all came true
With
blooms of fame until they cried for shears
It’s
time for change and we must start anew
For
nothing lasts for ever, flowers too
All
things must pass before regrowth appears
There’s
a great big hole where once the roses grew
each
new shoot needs its own space to break through
for
exhumation always follows fears
It’s
time for change and we must start anew
In
gardens there is always work to do
As
new life waits until the old ground clears
There’s
a great big hole where once the roses grew
It’s
time for change and we must start anew
Martin Pickard
Martin Pickard started writing poetry
in 2019 following his retirement from business after fifty years and lives with
his wife and cocker spaniel in Bedfordshire. He was a runner up in the
Parkinson’s Art Vivid Dreams poetry competition and is the host of their
monthly open mic night, Poets with Parkinson’s.