Our Masters Garden - Poem by Jessie Taylor
Of late in the early morn,
Have you had a stroll in the garden
Created by our Master above?
He so patiently painted each pedal of the flowers
With all of his love.
The Heavenly fragrance drawing the bees, butterflies
And the humming birds to,
If you have not taken a stroll, try for once
In the early morning dew.
The Lonely Beggar He did not need shoes, as he had no feet
He smiled at each person as he sat on the corner
Down town Ft. Worth Street.
A cup in one hand and pencils in the other
He was alone in this world
As he had no sister or brother.
He sat there from early dawn
Until the sun began to fall;
Hoping someone would heed to his urgent call.
No nice warm bed or a good home cooked meal
He was trying hard for a morsel,
As his mother taught him to never steal.
At the end of the day, a few coins in his cup
Gave him courage to never give up.
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