This Is The Question - Poem by Joyce Hemsley
Who could walk past a country garden
ignoring its colourful array?
Verdent green lawns and sweet yellow roses
should cheer the heart and brighten the day.
Who could ignore the fresh floral perfume
and the doves on the stone jardinaire?
Who could walk past the glittering fountains
without whispering a secret prayer?
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