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
Author notes
If you walk through the door in picture 2 this is what you will find
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this is good!!! have a great day, Jeff. -slick99
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i love it. Lane
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You're never happier than when you're in a garden.
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Wonderfull done.
Best wishes to you in the contest
Love
Passions
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and good luck
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Boffo!
You can inhale the thing.
Good stuff.
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This is beautiful and the meter flows like a smooth stream. Your imagery is lovely as you have brought life to each flower and made the garden a haven for peace. I'm entered in this contest; I guess I better pull out now and save face.
Love,
Amera♥
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Don't you dare
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