Row’s Garden

The little cottage stood in a row
With a square of garden where nothing would grow
My daughter’s fingers were very white
They changed into green overnight.
She hacked at the soil to make a bed
Pulled out the stones, put in flowers instead
The rest of the plot was smothered in gravel
There no weed would stop and start to unravel
Plants in the ground, plants in pots
Soon the garden was full of lots
Only two weeks of labour, hard
To make a garden from a yard.