Alice Munns is up early,
She’s out in her garden
Tending to the many plants, she fosters.
Each is known to her,
She chats away to them
Encouraging, singing at times.
Alice Munns is proud of her garden
Her blooms are the talk of the street
She turns the soil with love and care
Her garden makes her feel fulfilled.
Alice Munns pulls away a weed and scolds
“Know your place,” she says
Discarding it to the compost.
Standing back, she surveys the scene
Sighs as she knows as everything
Is as it should be.
Alice Munns loves her garden, and her garden loves her.