Behind the manor house,
a gray slate walkway,
edged with pink lady slippers,
walks you to a sunny sunflower garden,
filled with all sorts of bloomers,
a ruby colored granite bench,
sits over anise scented ginger,
set back in cool refreshing shade,
beneath the rosewood trees,
Down the gray slate walkway borders,
lavender hyssops, are busy art work,
attracting hummingbirds and bees,
along side the fence posts, stands,
the queen of hosts, the common milkweed,
who's nectar is irresistable to monarch butterflies.
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