A garden by the platform has been made
not seen by those who wait for trains, frustrated
I turn and wander through this well-kempt glade
and quickly find my own mood is placated.
Some stepping stones a rustic pathway make
through beds with shrubs and flowers decorated
What would be waste is tamed by hoe and rake
now seen by me and much appreciated.
A secret sidestep from the mundane march
How long in humble silence has it waited
For someone to step through the bowered arch?
How long to be enjoyed, appreciated?
Who planned ahead and knew the time to toil?
Our need for cold-month cheer anticipated
by planting bulbs for colour in the soil?
Their caring forethought is appreciated.
Still further in, the glade becomes a copse
A host of lofty trees is congregated
And woodland birds sing out from in their tops
As if to say they too appreciate it
To those who’ve conjured spaces of respect
sweet public plots to Calmness consecrated
in places that had suffered from neglect
Just so you know: it is appreciated.