1. Garden Of Gold
I walk through the garden
On this warm summer's day,
To smell the flowers
That grandma raised.
Throughout the world there are many different gardens that people have designed. In a Japanese garden, every tree is perfectly pruned, without a leaf out of place. Nothing is planted without forethought as to the exact place appropriate to it. There are English gardens that are famous for their roses and perfect lines of shrubbery. The number of garden types are too numerous to mention. One thing is true of all gardens. It is joint creation between man's intention to create a space of tranquility and nature's ability to comply.
I walk through the garden
On this warm summer's day,
To smell the flowers
That grandma raised.
This poem reminds me of my mother. She loved planting flowers, especially roses. That was one of her greatest joys, and one year she grew beautiful roses the size of a 2 lb. coffee can lid....
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There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
My mother, Joyce, loves her garden, which she made and made beautiful; and her other garden is the seeds of positivity, love, and joy that she has sown throughout her life. Joyce is 84 now...
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I'm not a people person, as everyone knows;
It's in the garden where my energy flows.
I talk to the birds, I talk to the trees,
I talk to the ants, and at times even the bees.
So very nice. It made me happy. It's so nice to hear something beautiful. Thank you very much. God Bless. LCM
How I love my little garden, where I sit and contemplate.
My perfect piece of paradise inside my garden gate.
Hanging baskets, pretty pots, the flowers are brimming over.
The grass so green, the buttercups, the daisies, and the clover.
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Our England is a garden that is full of stately views,
Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,
With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;
But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.
It was a sunny bright evening, an evening so calm,
The kind of evening that was inviting me with an outstretched arm.
So I decided to spend an hour doing almost nothing,
Sitting and enjoying the best of what nature could bring.
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HERE in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone and shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
As I look out to my garden
I feel a sense of pride.
It really is a lovely room
except it is outside.
Come and see my lovely garden with its borders, beds and shrubs
Take a look at the wisteria, the camellias in tubs
Admire the antirrhinums the gardenias and stocks
The asters and surfinias and towering hollyhocks