The Green Man
Organic is his favourite word,
And gardening his idea of fun.
His garden has a wild space,
A bee hive and a chicken run.
He hires allotments near to home
Where his organic food is grown.
His surplus goes to health food stores,
To reap the cash that he has sown.
His home is also a green shrine,
He shuns all artificial light,
When bread is baked, and wine is made,
A candle sees him through the night.