Gift Poem by Ann McGough

Gift



Round my chamber window circles a honeysuckle vine.
Petals and twiglets of intricate design.
Scent of some nectar mixed very fine.

Who put it there?
It only grows wild.
Someone must love me.
Who placed it and smiled.

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Ann McGough

Ann McGough

West Haven, Connecticut
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