My Garden. - Poem by Norma Southwood
My garden is a place of rest,
the place on Earth I love the best.
Down among the trees and flowers,
I spend my happiest waking hours.
There's a mist of colour and a sea of scent,
a bit of Heaven that God has lent.
Why search and spend in seeking pleasure?
Your garden is your greatest treasure.
Each bursting bloom's a miracle to me,
if only everyone could see.
No need for fighting, rage and wars,
go into the garden, and shut your back doors.
Leave your chair, turn off the p.c.,
come into the garden all glory to see.
Hear the birds sing in a burst of praise,
and thank God for the gift of Summer days.
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