My Sanctuary Poem by Phil Soar

Through rose tinted glasses the garden looks fine
After all the early endeavours of mine
Now summer's here the colour greets the soul
The garden is my sanctuary
Now that I'm getting old

Tended with such anxious love and fear
Will the blossoms fill my heart with cheer?
Playing with the set up of it all
Setting out my colours until the fall
With sunlight and some epic showers of rain
Until the time it all begins again