The Poem Garden (Poetry)
13th July 2015
Everywhere true colours blend and rhyme
as flowers share their meanings, rain or shine
the lawn prepares a sonnet fresh in green —
new lines that sweep — show where the mower’s been.
Trim hedges neat as stanzas, row on row
keep order and assist the sense of flow.
Bird-lyrics fill the orchard — tease the air.
Wind lisps a chorus, gentle in despair.
Leaves rustle up a ballad, whisper shy
long narratives of love too sweet to die
and odes arise from every bush that lifts
pale tender buds where sun sheds random gifts.
The garden breathes pure song and celebrates
small simple lives. Such harmony creates
a calming spell from earth to so inspire
those who linger — touched by subtle fire —
to know its magic — listen to each tree
chanting poems ringed in memory.
as flowers share their meanings, rain or shine
the lawn prepares a sonnet fresh in green —
new lines that sweep — show where the mower’s been.
Trim hedges neat as stanzas, row on row
keep order and assist the sense of flow.
Bird-lyrics fill the orchard — tease the air.
Wind lisps a chorus, gentle in despair.
Leaves rustle up a ballad, whisper shy
long narratives of love too sweet to die
and odes arise from every bush that lifts
pale tender buds where sun sheds random gifts.
The garden breathes pure song and celebrates
small simple lives. Such harmony creates
a calming spell from earth to so inspire
those who linger — touched by subtle fire —
to know its magic — listen to each tree
chanting poems ringed in memory.