Blue Mountains 2010
Blue mountains, warm
rain, lush greenery.
Humid mists coming
down like cotton wool clouds.
Waterfalls: cascade in
majesty.
Tropical plants like
exotic birds delight the eye,
their beauty almost
makes me cry.
In a clearing a grotto
appears.
Fairies in gossamer
and gold
fly in and out of
trees.
Resting on my shoulder
one of them whispers
in my ear
‘I am love,’ another
‘peace.’
The last one says ‘I
am hope’.
Such an enchanted
place
where dreams can come
true
if you believe enough.
by Jackie Harrison
A Garden in Heaven
I believe in life
after death
It will be in a garden
like no other garden on earth.
A place of perfection
where the grass is so green
That it feels like
you’re walking on the softest velvet.
A place where the
blossom on the flowers is everlasting
pleasing perfume
eternally filling the air.
A place where the
sweet pomegranate trees grow:
A fruit from the
heavens on earth.
A place where the
water fountains gush and flow
And where their taste
is so sweet.
A place where there is
no pain
No heartache, no fear.
A place where one day
I will be re-united with the dear babies
That I so sadly lost
so early in their lives.
by Shabana Haider
Tranquility
I am in the garden on a swinging chair.
I am in a world of my own.
I can hear birds.
It’s late
afternoon and I move my washing out of the shade.
My Granddaughter’s beautiful voice is chirping in my ear.
Her dress has yellow flowers
her hair curled
around the glow of her cheeks.
She finds a ring
Oh this is beautiful I say it is my lost ring.
My feet feel the comfort of lush green grass.
The smell of next-door’s barbecue drifts over the fence
making my mouth water.
My dress lifts a little in the cool breeze.
I am singing this holy Nasheed to my granddaughter.
She looks so peaceful and calm falls asleep in my arms.
It has been a long and beautiful day
I look forward to the evening
to being surrounded by the perfume
of Queen of the Night.
by Ibrat Naeem
Childhood Garden
I used to live with my
granddad in Jehlum and the house was situated across the river. In that house there was a very nice small
garden. The earth there was very good
for crops. As well as plants there were
fruit trees and my granddad knew that I like the garden so he gave me the job
of watering and caring for it. I especially loved the watermelon plant and took
a lot of time to care for that.
Across from the garden
was a river over which my granddad used to transport wood. That was his job to move the wood from one
side of the river to the other.
I do really miss the
childhood memories of that garden: the smell of the flowers, the shade of the
trees in summer, walking on the cool sand by the river in the evening, swimming
in the water to get cool. I wish I could
bring back the memories into my present life.
by Nasreen Mirza
My Dream Island
After lunch I quietly
relaxed in the old armchair. The soft,
warm velvet covering felt cosy and comforting to my touch.
My eyelids drooped and
the grey daunting sky through the window faded away. The grey became a pale turquoise expanse with
soft white clouds floating and dotting the huge sky line.
The hot sun glistened
and the sea waves had a rhythm all of their own. The tropical plants that nestled close to the
palm trees wafted their Jasmine perfume in the warm breeze.
‘At last, at last,’ I
cried aloud. ‘I have come to my own
special island.’
Since I was a little
girl over eighty years ago, I had yearned for this moment. The sun caressed my whole being. Life was just perfect. Soft music from a steel band was just too wonderful,
I swayed to the tempo feeling young again and fancy free. The fine sugary sand tickled my toes and I
chuckled as I sipped my coconut milk.
Suddenly I felt a
gentle nudge. ‘Wake up Mum, I’ve made
you a nice cup of tea.’
It took a moment or
two to realise that I had been all the way to the Caribbean and back, but alas
only in my dreams.
by Rose Reynolds
Secret Garden
I am near the pond,
sitting on the floor looking at the water
It is summer, the sun
is shining, flowers are fully grown
It is afternoon, the
heat is at its peak
My niece is running
around the garden
I love her a lot.
She is wearing a pink frock
and white shoes
A green door stands
vertically without any building
There is a sweet smell
of red roses
I am wearing a full
white dress that belonged to my mother
I am humming to a tune
that I have not heard before.
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