There are many poems in my garden
Just waiting to be picked.
All that's needed is a bit of time
And patience if you're pricked.
To stroll among the verses.
Smell the sweet bouquet.
Every now and then a word to pick.
Life is truly good, on a garden day.
For hidden among the roses,
Tiger lilies, and the columbine
Are the treasured emotions
Of a better time.
This is my promised land.
Brings warm smiles to my face
Fills my heart with lasting contentment.
My soul breathes deeply, in this special place.
For all a poem garden needs
Is a touch of water, and a little feed.
With a little thought, and a bit of care,
It will surely outgrow the most ambitious weed.
I'll tell you now
I hate to leave this place.
To return to the stark reality
Of life's frenzied pace.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
