D.E. Coombe

Devon, Tel Sidmouth, UK

I was born in a village near Taunton U.K. and I now live in a cottage in the country near the sea in Devon, U.K. I have many interests but my main hobbies are gardening, reading and walking. My poems are about everyday things that interest me and I hope they will give pleasure to everyone. I belong to the National Trust and I also have many travel videos of various countries which I enjoy viewing. In the past in addition to passing other examinations I passed the University of Cambridge examination in English Grammer and Literature with other subjects.

My Garden

I have such a pretty garden
Though rather small.
I'll tell you just the little things
I can recall.
A little Lads Love a little one, and that comes first of all;
And then some Buddleias, more than one, because they're
nice and tall:
Enough not overmuch, Gold Rod;
And Rosemary, that fragrant herb
Which is a favored one of God.
A little Lilac bush and ,a Laburnum tree where birds do sing.
And I have in my garden small another thing-
The atmosphere of Perfect Peace
Where one may work and rest
for nature only can release
One's spirit at it's best.

The Faithful Heart

There is a little black road winding down through the vale
To a little white cot near the sea
There are two little green gates
Where a black spaniel waits,
With his soft brown eyes
And wistful sighs
So patiently.
There is a white hair or two just beneath his well chin
And a few on his breast you can see.
But through all the long days
By the green gates he stays
With his soft brown eyes
And wistful sighs
So patiently.
Someone he loves has gone from his life.
It is she he is longing to see
So through all the long days
By the green gates the stays
With his soft brown eyes
And wistful sighs
So patiently.

The Lonely Heart

There is a word I long to say
To someone who is far away.
That word is- Mother.
There is a hand I long to touch
Of someone whom I love so much
The gentle hand of - Mother
There a two lips I long to kiss
Of someone whom I always miss
The tender lips of - Mother
Oh come to me and ease my pain
Tell me I'm waiting not in vain
Hear my lonely cry - Mother