Sunken Garden Poem by Mary Spain
Sunken Garden
On Summer afternoons, from two to four,
The sunshine's probing fingers gently trace
A passage 'twixt the city roofs to pour
In fullness on a basement dwelling place.
Here, tended by the occupant within,
A little garden manages to grow.
Each corner for a pot or earth-filled tin
Is utilised; and from these efforts flow
Such unexpected Summer flowers that we
Who pass, heads bent and lost in thought, for this
Brief moment waken from our dreams to see
A world made brighter by such loveliness.
A little garden? No! My heart denies
That such a paradise be judged by size.
Even a little house plant or windowsill garden can bring such joy.Plants are so important to our environment because they filter the air we breathe.A ten from me.I love your very smooth lyrical style! ! ! !
Just gorgeous! I picked the name 'Sunken Garden' as I knew it would be different and lovely. Mary, you see so much beauty and joy in everything and your poem sings as I read it. A little sweet song for a beautiful little garden... Karin Anderson
good write...very pleasing to read, Mary...you have a devoted 'gardener mind....10
BONJOUR MARY OUI je me souviens de ce petit jardin.DE ces qq jours passés à londres, et également chez ta maman; il y a si longtemps.ORLEANS devrait te rappeler des souvenirs.bises annie.
As said, no matter the size, what lies therein matters. Lovely poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 11:23:13 PM # 1.0.0
Hi Mary, you have brought us closer to paradise.Yes, the sunken garden that we'd overlook, comes to live now.