I have gazed upon the 'April Moon'
And wished upon a 'Prairie Star'.
The softest, warmest colors,
When even viewed from afar.
I have listened to the 'Bright Melody'
And delighted in the 'Brook Song'.
My memories of these wonders,
To my soul they now belong.
I have savored the old rose fragrance
Of the smoldering 'Prairie Flower'.
With purest heart and petals of red.
Indeed, it must possess - magic power.
I have tasted the 'Honeysweet'
Nectar of the bumble bee.
If you ask them with an honest heart,
They will graciously give it free.
I have felt the caress of the 'Summer Wind'
As it sweeps across the mountain glen.
A most comforting pleasure,
To be welcomed every now and then.
Lastly, the sixth sense,
The one ignored by many a man.
Yet, I have sensed the 'Earth Song'
And held it in my hand.
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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.
