Under cover of broad-palmed maple hands,
find the hidden entrance to your bower -
walls and roof this topiary tower.
From green battlements Robin keeps his lands.
Crawl within these lines and see the sunlight
filtered deep to speckled dusk about you.
Here no enemy will come upon you;
here grey-kitty pads in with green eyes bright.
The spells that breathe through are of a green balm,
and, Child, you have your shawl to keep you warm
against goose-pimpling of a tickling breeze.
As it shushes-hushes evergreen leaves,
lay your tired head upon earth-printed knees
and know that peace which wraps you in a charm.
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Keep The Home Fires Burning
PoetryA poetry Collection. Now Lunk has taken to his bed, swearing not to write one more word about C, and muttering 'bloody garden', it behoves (Love that word, don't you?) me (and Anima) to fill out his shoes, with soil and flower seed. So we will be 'e...
