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Oh my god, I forgot it was National Poetry Day!

I woke up this morning, turned on the radio and discovered it was National Poetry Day (I hate the way it always creeps up on you – before you know it, it’ll be Christmas). After some self flagellation, I thought I’d try and make up for forgetting about the big day by marking the occasion with a gardening related poem. Actually it’s not a poem as such, but a poetic lyric from The Gnome, a song written by Pink Floyd’s first leader Syd Barrett. If you haven’t heard it you can find the track on their 1967 album Piper at the Gates of Dawn. And yes, I know the link to gardening is very tenuous.

The Gnome
I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can.
A gnome named Grimble Gromble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes.
Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.

He wore a scarlet tunic,
A blue green hood,
It looked quite good.
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last.
Wining, dining, biding his time.
And then one day – hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Hooooooooray.

Do feel free to join in the national celebration of poetry by posting your favourite gardening poem or poetic song lyric.

7 comments to Oh my god, I forgot it was National Poetry Day!

  • I’ve never even heard of National Poetry Day! for crying out loud

  • There is no way I could top that – it’s in a masterclass all of its own :)

    I can’t wait for National Wine Week though:)

  • I can’t believe you forgot! Here we read hand crafted ditties over breakfast, the children went to school dressed as their favourite poet (Oscar as Tennyson was really eye-catching) and later we’ve inviting friends round for our annual poetry soiree…

    Surely we’re not the only ones?

  • VP

    I don’t think my first attempt to comment worked :(

    It’s my second year of contributing and like you I’ve chosen lyrics, but couldn’t even manage a tenuous link to gardening. Tsk. So well done you!

  • I prefer Pink Floyd’s ‘Bike’ which has a tenuous link to biscuits in it.

  • Here’s my contribution, chosen by the school gardening club whilst we huddled in the shed out of the rain yesterday drinking hot chocolate. Maybe we’ll get our bonfire before the week is out.

    In the other gardens
    And all up the vale,
    From the autumn bonfies
    See the smoke trail!

    Pleasant summer over
    And all the summer flowers,
    The red fire blazes,
    the grey smoke towers.

    Sing a song of seasons!
    Something bright in all,
    Flowers in the summer
    Fires in the fall!

    - Robert Louis Stevenson, Autumn Fires

  • I’m still recovering from TS Eliot being voted Britain’s most popular poit.
    For amazing poetry, give me Hopkins, Ted Hughes, Derek Walcott (who? google him!! He’s the King.) Plus Chaucer, Keats, Yeats and Blake.
    But for purple stuff, you can’t do better than poor old Tennyson’s Maud. What the heck, I wonder, is a ‘daffodil sky?’ but it’s all there, in ‘Carmentogarden, Maud for the bat black night has flown etc. etc.’

    BTW song lyrics don’t really count, do they? If the did, my choice would be Johnny Cash’s Boy Named Sue. Now that’s just plain daft – in an ironic sort of a way.

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