A poetry reading

My Allotment
(For Dee and Family)

My allotment means a lot to me
I grow a lot in it you see.
Carrots, parsnips
and beetroot too,
shallots and pots
and varieties new.

I like to sit and sip my tea
and chat and laugh with my family.
They each have a little plot
and love to tend when it’s hot.

And oh the wonder and the fun,
when we go home when day is done,
and put fresh veggies on the plate.
Our healthy, happy appetites to sate.

© Tony Inwood

Tony is a good friend of mine who has in recent years started writing poetry and prose which he frequently publishes for the benefit of his local church in Chiswick. This poem is simply perfect in capturing the essence of keeping an allotment, and Tony has very kindly let me publish it here.