Garden Poem

My garden is a beautiful sanctuary to be in. I just wanted to convey it in a poem.

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My Garden Is My Sanctuary

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Published: April 2011

                   As I look out to my garden
                   I feel a sense of pride
                   It really is a lovely room
                   Except it is outside.

                   Where lovely things mix and match
                   And greenery fills the walls
                   The sound of trickling water
                   Coming from the gold fish pond.

                   I love the sight of stones and rocks
                   And driftwood and tree ferns too
                   The sounds of all my chimes
                   I know you would like it too.

                   With pride I walk around my garden
                   And savour each scent and smell
                   Colours of yellow, red and gold
                   Striped cushion on a bench.
                   
                   The bird bath has its own domain
                   It's placed beside a wooden arch
                   Where all the birds come to bathe
                   And drink when they are parched.
                   
                   Ladybirds can hide away
                   Sometimes they come out to see
                   What's happening around them
                   With caterpillars and the bees.

                   There's not much more that I can say
                   Except if you have your own
                   It won't take long to build it up
                   Seeds will bloom once they are sown.

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