Chessmen in the Garden

It's Sunday, and the chessmen
Are relaxing in the sun.
"A garden," says one bishop,
"Is really rather fun."

The queens are in the greenhouse,
Potting up the seeds.
"A garden," adds a white knight,
"Suits everybody's needs."

The rooks look just like birdbaths,
Tucked in among the flowers,
Or quaint old-fashioned follies,
Tiny matching towers.

Meanwhile, playing cheerful games
Upon the stripy lawns,
Like 'tag' and 'follow-my-leader',
Are lots of happy pawns.

It makes a change from battles,
When all is said and done,
For chessmen to be gardening
On Sunday in the sun.

poem © Celia Warren 2011

This is a second adventure for the chessmen. You can read about their holiday here.

Did you spot the pawn climbing the tree?