For Love (double etheree)

[billy]

Lawns
Flowers
Filled hours
with snatched moments.
Beneath spreading oaks extra space after beneath
an old cob-webbed shed rests
its head on a listing fence,
home to bent forks and rusting spades,
musty sacks, smashed flower pots and string.
Longing for bright sun and sweet smell of spring [there's an extra space after longing
Old Joe sits clutching his mug of hot tea
with knotted hands, twisted like briars, i think it's briers though i could be wrong
evidence of long hours spent
tending shrubberies and paths
ancient hedges and lawns.
Back-breaking labour.
For his master
and mistress
he’d die.
Why?

ps - I pronounce 'flowers etc. with two syllables' so do i

i'll ride Leanne's back and say i think it would be much cleaner form wise without end line punctuation. other than that i think it a great write. as a double etheree or as a poem in general. L6, and 7. were my faves. the space comments are not to be taken as criticism hehe.

a good little read, thanks.