Poetry Garden
by cricketjeff on August 3, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The sun shines down so sweetly on the garden that we grew
Where the branches bob and bustle on the breeze
Each bloom can tell a story of the nurturing it knew
And the beauty sets each dreamer at their ease
The roses in a riot run in rivulets of red
Azaleas abound at every turn
A million perfect petals seem to float across each bed
There’s so much more each gardener must learn
The pretty pinks must earn their place while strident poppies shout
The overall effect can make you weep
With rows and lines of artistry, few weeds need grubbing out
A stonewall where a clematis can creep
The formal beds I cultivate the meadow where you play
The paths between where we can often meet
The garden of our poetry is where I’d spend each day
A garden that will never be complete
English