The Garden Poem by Phil Soar
The Garden
The crimson rose I like the most
The garden is my welcome host
It calls me to this place I love, each morning
It draws me in to cherish it
And asks no more of me
I love to sit and stare in awe, at all its natural beauty
Friday, August 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems By Phil Soar
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
6/3/2024 4:19:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Truly, a garden is a place of peace.