by Unknown
Aug 2010 558 Views 5 comments
Joy to my Garden
‘ Joy to my garden’
Joy to my little oasis,
One of many such places.
Where I can sit
With my fire fully lit,
Sipping red wine
Well after nine.
Laid well back in my chair
My eye’s gazing high into the night air.
With crackling sound
Ashes falling to ground.
Koi fish in a stare
Confused with amber glare,
Fireflies to them
Each sparkling like gem.
Cool breeze paints my face
My little garden , full of grace.
Paul Gallagher
Feb. 2008
Joy to my little oasis,
One of many such places.
Where I can sit
With my fire fully lit,
Sipping red wine
Well after nine.
Laid well back in my chair
My eye’s gazing high into the night air.
With crackling sound
Ashes falling to ground.
Koi fish in a stare
Confused with amber glare,
Fireflies to them
Each sparkling like gem.
Cool breeze paints my face
My little garden , full of grace.
Paul Gallagher
Feb. 2008
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Posted: Aug 2010
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"A Joy indeed"
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