Trowel in hand he stood there proud, Of tomatoes that he'd sown. Of Courgettes, Carrots, Beans and Herbs, All of which he'd grown. A life time spent with earthy hands, From planting all the seed. Providing for his family. A feast from which to feed. Veggies grew in great abundance, Of every colour bright. He cared for them most tenderly, He cared all day and night Patiently he tended, To all his little sprouts. Watering and nurturing, Till they could see the light. Always proud but often strict, This gardener had a way. Of helping little seedlings grow, So none would ever stray. Grandad loved his garden, His veggies were his life. It was also somewhere to escape, When in trouble with the wife. Think of me next time you stand, Where a veggie garden grows. For there I'll be in sun and earth, And in the wind that blows Katie Armon