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Composer:   Ed Hooke
Date of Composition:   August 2017
Date of Recording/Copyright:    August 2017

Commentary
Sometimes it’s only through hindsight that painful lessons are learned.

Beneath the trees where house cats prowl

a man is kneeling with his trowel.

Erratic his impatient toil,

inexpertly he shapes the soil,

wrenching out returning weeds,

hewing holes and sowing seeds.

A robin hops, stops, curious, perches on a garden chair.
The man turns, looks towards the window but nobody is there.

“Bring me flowers” was her eager request
but he knew best, warning “Money won’t allow”.
Plucked was she from him away.
Head bowed every day he’s in the garden growing flowers for her now.

Years ago knelt in this place
a woman with a trowel and a smiling face.
Steadfast was her patient toil.

Expertly she shaped the soil,

wrenching out returning weeds,

hewing holes and sowing seeds.

A robin hopped, stopped, curious, perched upon a garden chair.
The woman looked towards the window.  The man she loved was there.

“Bring me flowers” was her meagre request
but he knew best, warning “Money won’t allow”.
Plucked was she from him away.
Head bowed every day he’s in the garden growing flowers for her now.

Come!  Look!  We have a garden!
Who is to say what can not be grown?

But if you will not bring me flowers
I shall have to grow them on my own.