Under a small ginger bush in my ginger garden

There are two figures hidden from view

I have named them Pippa and Phil

Both are ginger with fair complexions

So I shield them from the high coastal sun

Which can be quite strong at this time of year

It is said that they work on a nearby fruit farm

But as both are mute I have not received an answer to my questions

I suspect that they are lovers but their body language is difficult to read

So I leave them alone to live their ginger lives under the vast ginger skies

Away from the prying eyes of the ginger passengers

On the passing green ginger buses