Garden Spice Poem by Jim French
Garden Spice
There a place at the back,
My little oasis,
My place to absorb by candle,
Wind in the leaves,
Words on the page,
Ripples In the water.
My oasis tends me,
As I tend it,
I breathe it in,
as the plants need the sun rays,
my oasis is,
like my garden spice,
like the rays of many suns.
Again that gentle good person shows through here. Your sensitive nature so special and so wonderful.
Enjoyable reading this poem about your special place that brings you joy. Well penned. Jim
I like the feeling this gives, of a secret hideaway, and of spices made by rays from the sun. 'Wind in the leaves, Words on the page' is lovely. It seems just right somehow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:45:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the slow presentation of this piece Jim - it has the feel of an oasis in the reading - and the imagery used aids in this too - a very good verse... 10