My Garden - Poem by D.E. Coombe
I have such a pretty garden
Though rather small.
I'll tell you just the little things
I can recall.
A little Lads Love a little one, and that comes first of all;
And then some Buddleias, more than one, because they're
nice and tall:
Enough not overmuch, Gold Rod;
And Rosemary, that fragrant herb
Which is a favored one of God.
A little Lilac bush and ,a Laburnum tree where birds do sing.
And I have in my garden small another thing-
The atmosphere of Perfect Peace
Where one may work and rest
for nature only can release
One's spirit at it's best.
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