The greenery is growing fast
In my little garden
Out the back
I usually cut it back
By now
But age slows me down
And allows new growth
To grow
My hair too
Like my garden grows
Long at the back
Behind my shiny dome
I am not inclined to get it cut
My new sensation
Hair!
My writing too
Is growing long
Writing every day
Like walking
It reveals to you
New insights
On the way
Walking
Is the harder game
But sitting still
Is deadly
My walking stick
Just like my quill
Can lead me on my medley
A wild flower meadow
In the glen
On lovely summer mornings
Is here today
In my back yard
To greet me
In the dawning
Brian Fahy
13 June 2021
Erris Poetry 