In My Garden Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In my garden
Are many colors,
With flowers
And shadows
Standing still.

In dreamy weather
When sun is shining,
What could be better?
Then just finding
What lies behind the other hill?

In my garden
Where you are standing,
Just find yourself,
By asking questions
Through work and skill.

In dreamy whether
When rationalism is blinding,
They go together,
Imagination and right timing,
And a freeborn will.

In my garden
Are many colors.