Come Sit With Me. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

Come sit with me
In the garden of my past
We can tell each other
Of trees and grass
It is scented and perfumed
Of rain and life
Its warm and cool
With shade and sunlight
And birds will join us
Singing their thoughts
Of fields and flowers and
Memories breezes have brought

I will take your hand
And read of your life
In a way no one else can
We can lose our strife
And take our time
Because this garden is timeless
Its what we must do
For a garden is distinct
And will not tolerate rushing fools
Nor the unobservant too