Margaret O Driscoll

Manicured ornate show gardens
To attract visitors, the goal
Flower beds neat and fancy
But the wild calls my soul
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The sands of time eroded that
broad smile from your face but
of that carefree ebullient character
I still can see some trace
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Velvet reed mace by the lakeside
Swans glide on the mirror serene
Buttercups gold among grasses
In heat haze a calming scene
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I took a trip down memory lane
along the byways last September
Pointing out familiar places
and events I well remember
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Be yourself
No pretension
Write what you feel
No apprehension
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