In bright metallic splendour - beam
Amid the blooms, while people herd
In garden centre - heat extreme…
Wee Thomas wields his shopping trolley
Down narrow pathways edged with plants
“Don’t touch the ferns or you’ll be sorry!”
His steering skills are not advanced.
A sweet perfume wafts on the breeze
Scarlet and purple catch the eye
Pre-aged pots sport lemon trees
Fertilizer sacks stacked high.
While Dad queues up to buy a hose
My charge is eager to explore
He stops to sniff a big red rose
Which peers out from the stone-flagged floor.
It’s hard to keep him in my sight
As he’s off again down leafy aisle
Both hands on the trolley tight
Beguiling shoppers with his smile!
(c) Poet in the woods 2017
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