i wish to build a garden before the rain sets in my plans are rudimentary i really must begin i have an idea or two with the way it could be underneath the palms where the grass is not free i was thinking of cobblestones for a path to take the rain steer away the water like a natural drain i used to know plants a lifetime before i was thinking of a rainforest with orchids galore i have a friendly gardener one thats kinda keen when we discuss what i want she has a different dream but she'll lend a hand when she can with goodness in her heart tells me what to do right from the very start time she says it will take for the harvest to bestow a certain beauty in its essence amongst the rainforest glow for there was to be some nurturing an some tender loving care a gentle hand of watering as the vision grew with care i realised now its what you put in to make your garden grow an bloom like never before what you reap is what you sew a kind word for my lovely gardener an the green fingers that she had without her help i'd just have kelp an my garden would be sad you've made me truly appreciate the beauty of your soul its more than i could ever dream the garden of love .....my goal.....
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
really need to get my yard sorted before the rains come .......i wish i had a catpoop catapult ............
Comments (4)
Gardens...our interpretations of Nature....they can become obsessive. Love the metaphor in this one.