In our garden is a wall and a tree,
And right at the bottom, what will you see?
A teddy bear with a picnic, a fairy, a gnome?
It’s none of these, it’s a right Royal home!
A home for a princess, a queen or a king?
With turrets, a staircase, a drawbridge thing?
A wicked witch, hair black as a raven?
It’s none of these, it’s an insect haven!
What’s it built with, this haven of theirs?
Gingerbread for the roof? Sweets for the stairs?
Soil from the garden? And sap from the trees?
None of these; it’s built with twigs and leaves!
We got down to nature in our own back yard,
She led the way, balancing leaves so hard,
We foraged for stones, for twigs, a snail’s shell,
We made a house of memories ‘n the ants liked it as well!
By Carol Cameleon 2016
The story behind the poem: After what can only be described as a dismal few days for weather here in the UK, the clouds parted and we built an insect hotel! We had made a ‘flower garden’ previously and it was just beautiful to see our little girl (6) using her imagination to make a shelter for the insects 🙂
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