Poem For Wisley Gardens by Niamh Clune

Biddle The Bee comes to Wisley Gardens

I am so excited to be reading my books at beautiful Wisley Gardens tomorrow. Biddle The Bee will accompany me to the wonderful gardens, set in the heart of Surrey. The gardens were originally donated to the Royal Horticultural Society
in 1903. Wisley has always been renowned for growing difficult plants and has a laboratory and a school of horticulture to train young people to become gardeners. They also have a schools program. 

I have been invited to participate in their Great Garden Quest Event And you can take it for granted that Biddle The Bee will be on her best busy business ~ all a buzz  and all-a-swiftness!

I wrote this poem for Wisley Gardens, as I find the whole concept of the garden quintessentially English and totally inspiring. I hope you like it…

 

 

 

Wisley

by Niamh Clune

Dr. Nana Plum has news!

I wonder if you would excuse,
My excitement as I share,
The details of the whole affair…

The Royal Horticultural ~
Society has sculptural ~
Gardens that I think you’d love ~
Like Wisley ~ A place thereof ~
To wander down a rose drooped arbour ~
Dream your dreams in gentle harbour ~
Flower scented ~ sweetened air.
For butterflies to flitter there.

Where water spurts or gently tinkles ~
In bell-like notes,
It plays and sprinkles.
Paths that twist
And twine around ~
The garden trails
That carve the ground ~
Inviting young and old to tarry
And wait for sight of gnome or fairy.

‘Cause magic tends exotic leaf
Through gardeners hands,
The loving thief ~
Comes to steal away all sorrow,
Wilt, disease or sad tomorrow.
When amongst the leafy glade,
You sit for tea in careful shade,
There to find our little books,
In Wisley’s shop in careful nooks
Where Rosie and Pa Dug will be,
Waiting there for you to see.

Thank you Royal Society and Gardens
For adding our books to your attractions and inviting me to read them in your beautiful gardens.

Books can be viewed HERE Biddle The Bee can be found in kindle and paperback Here

About Dr Niamh

When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down. One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.” Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!” I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I? I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.” Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray. With love from Dr. Niamh, Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com

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