I'm down on my knees and I look up to the sky
Oh God where I've been to find myself alive
Look inside and see the magic,
It’s the heart that's always laughing
Singing trills in delightfully through my window
Perched upon my garden wall sits the little brown jacketed culprit, who
Always greets me with cheerful news
Regaling me with stories resounding from deep within his
Submitted by Tori L. Sueppel
E-mail: tori@lisco.net
I remember my mother's garden;
She had always has a specical touch of planning her garden.
She toiled there with loving care; of self she gaves so much in the garden.
She planned each rows in early spring time.