If December ice will bear a duck
Thereafter will be
slush and muck
But grab the duck off
the ice
And Christmas lunch be
very nice
If December ice will bear a duck
Thereafter will be
slush and muck
But grab the duck off
the ice
And Christmas lunch be
very nice
It’s such a mild Christmas
All the birds are
singing noisily
Normally in December
They’re all frozen to
a tree
Honeysuckle hedges
Line the fence
Banks of Purple
columbine
Catch the morning sun
Beds of scented roses
Beside a manicured
lawn
Herbaceous borders
trimmed
By neat rows of
annuals
Clematis climbs the
trellis
Amidst the well
groomed shrubbery
There’s so much more
Than stocks and
hollyhocks
In an English country
garden
The rose like bloom
Fresh and vivid as a
blush
On a maiden’s cheek
The star of the
firmament
Of an English
garden
The bees are busy on the moor
Among the purple
heather
The birds are on the
wing
Enjoying the clement
weather
The most perfect place
For we two birds of a
feather
But it holds no
pleasure
Now we are no longer
together
How Sings the savage beast
With
a heart full of misery
When
held within the narrow
Bounds
of his captivity
How
Sings the savage beast
With
a heart full of joy
When
his confines evaporate
And
he is as free as a boy
They climb with
strength and grace
And ramble wide and free
They stand alone as Floribunda
Standard or Hybrid Tea
The glorious English
rose
Beautiful flower of
history
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...