Allotment Man

Old Pete? 

Now he could grow a thing or two,

and he did, year after year, 

even when he got the wilt on him.

Gave me tomato plants in spring,

for finding his watch amongst my weeds.

"Looking for dandelions

for my grandson's rabbits.

My missus would kill me

if she knew I'd lost it."

He left going till late summer

and there'd be something to pick.

I'm here early,

just after the autumn mist,

pulling up the tomatoes,

brown and blighted.

I look across to where he raked and hoed, 

a tommy on a treeless salient.

His widow stoops and picks, making 

things last, dinners for one till winter.

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Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

We had an allotment for years. Grew our own veg and fruit. Your poem reminds me of some of the wonderful characters I had the pleasure of interacting with. There were many Pete's over the years. Your excellent poem took me back there Gerald.

Chris

[Gerald Parker]

Many thanks, Chris. I'm pleased you liked it.

[Terpsichore]

The mark of good poetry, (to me,) is the ability of the writer to take the reader to where the pen has pointed and thus paint a picture in the mind's eye.

This is good poetry. T

[Gerald Parker]

Many thanks, T. Pleased you liked it.
G