Think about the last few lines of this poem.

It was an ordinary stormy day
Or so it seemed.

The sky was decorated in a wispy gray, cloud wallpaper
While the ground was dotted in murky pools of rainwater.

A worn, beaten road stretched out in the light drizzle
Enjoying the few moments of peace and quiet from the herds of bellowing cars.

But, for a treaded dirt path lying about, silence was unattainable
For a cacophony of two girls’ laughter echoed around.

Two young girls, clad in sun like rain coats, and thick boots
Strolled along the dirty path, giddy, and carefree.

For a while, they were silent
Only letting out trills of giggles every other moment.

Suddenly, as if the spell of silence was lifted
The larger girl, who was twirling her golden locks on her finger, shouted

“Look there, Beatrice!”
Her finger pointed towards a square section of land in front of them.

The small girl, Beatrice, furrowed her chestnut brow
And stroked her chin in obvious confusion.

 And who could blame the poor thing, for
It was simply a worn burgundy brick wall, and splintered wooden door

“Oh, Marie, what could that droll door possibly lead to?”
Questioned the perplexed girl.

 “Beatrice, don’t be such a child.
 It could lead to anything,” exclaimed Marie

“A Fairy’s kingdom, a pirates cove, anything!” She continued
“Let’s go inside.” Marie decided with a determined grin pasted to her visage.

 With that, Marie started to march towards the rotting door
 Swaying her arms as she set her feet down, and holding her head high to the clouds

“No!” Beatrice shouted, grabbing her friends arm in a hasty motion
“It could be dangerous!” She said, trying to convince her to turn around.

 Letting out a humph through her gritted teeth
 Marie pulled her arm from Beatrice’s grasp, and strutted to the rotting door

Marie creaked the door open, cautious to not rip the door from its hinges
And stepped inside.

 As both pairs of eyes traced over the area, each girl gasped
 And what an area it was. 

It was simply an abandoned garden
Littered in pieces of cracked flower pots, and the vines of fertile weeds.

 The grass, long abandoned, sat dying of ill-nourishment
 Wilting, and falling into stacks, as sharp and stiff as thorns.

It was such a melancholy place
No girl knew what to say, or what to do.

 After a moment, Beatrice was the first to speak
 “It’s such a sad site.”

Marie answered
“We can fix it.”

 Though Beatrice was silent
 Disgust, and her lack of confidence displayed in her thin, straight lips.

You see, each girl thought differently about the garden
One seeing it as a place of the dead, and the other comparing it to a potential heaven

 Beatrice, looking at the piles of cracked pots,
Saw them as they were.

Marie, instead, imagined they were shaping a grand Fairy Castle.
A castle pearl white, topped with piercing emerald flags, and decorated in gold décor.

 As Beatrice glanced over the long vines of weeds overrunning the garden
 She scowled at the unappealing sickly green, and thorns

Marie envisioned that the vines were fallen beanstalks
Ready to rise to take her to the Giant’s Castle abiding in clouds.

 Marie finished her day dreaming, and pleaded
 “Beatrice, please, may we try and fix this place?”

Beatrice stole a glimpse at her friends puckered, pleading lips
And let out a laugh, “Alright, alright.”

 And exchanging a glance to each other
the two friends got to work.

The rain passed, and soon spring disappeared
Summer came, fall preceded and winter came in the blink of an eye.

 Seasons came and went, storms thundered the horizon
and disappeared in a blur.

Years have passed, but, the wall seems to look more pristine
The bricks, redder in color, highlighted their existence on the nearly-forgotten path.

 The door was gone, leaving a hole for any person walking by
To steal a glance at the forbidden garden.

Long forgotten are the years when the garden sat un-cared for
Beauty is all it knows.

 Patches of infant daisies rose from the fertile soil
Adjacent to the endless rows of roses, blue-bells, and every type of flower imaginable.

Rain came upon the world again, leaving a relieved beaten road
And an irked dirt path.

 Two young girls, one with blonde, and the other with brown hair
Trotted down the road, laughing loudly

They came to the garden, and each one sighed
Revealing their contentment at the moment

 The brown-haired one spoke
 “Can you believe we’ve been friends for nearly five years?”

The blonde-haired girl answered
“Yes. I’m glad our mothers introduced us.”

 Each girl laughed.
 “Did your mother tell you that they found this garden?” Questioned the blonde-haired girl

The other girl nodded, and the two dived into a full conversation
Drowning out the world around them.

It was an ordinary day,
That turned out to be not so ordinary.

Find your garden
 In your ordinary day.

Submitted: July 04, 2015

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Lisa Ayers

Hi Maggie. A creative way to portray such a nice message. My favorite part is the beginning. Your descriptions are vivid and captivated me immediately. This is my favorite writing by you so far. Keep it up!

Sat, July 4th, 2015 3:50am


Thank you very much!:)

Sat, July 4th, 2015 4:28am


this seemed very nostalgic, In it's own sense. You can see the memory inside it's own story. Liked it.

Sat, July 4th, 2015 7:13am


Thank you!:)

Sat, July 4th, 2015 4:29am


nice story ... lots of love to u elf

Sat, July 4th, 2015 9:20am



Sat, July 4th, 2015 4:29am


what a wonderful picture you painted, I could quite imaging this happening for real, this is a good story for girls to read. great work as normal.

Sat, July 4th, 2015 10:34am


Thank you!:)

Sat, July 4th, 2015 4:29am

B Douglas Slack

A very enjoyable read, Maggie. I was reminded of "The Secret Garden" as I read, but only in the context of seeing the disused garden through the arch and the door. Everyone should have an adventure like this one if only to give one a sense of wonder at what can be if one tries. ~Tom

Sat, July 4th, 2015 3:09pm


I love the secret garden, and thank you!:)

Sat, July 4th, 2015 8:22am


Hi, Maggie! I like how Marie looks at the garden, how she wants to make it beautiful. I also like how they imagine the door might lead somewhere into a fairy world! Well done, Maggie! Thanks for sharing and keep me updated

Sat, July 4th, 2015 6:09pm


Thank you!!:)

Sat, July 4th, 2015 12:08pm


Such an inspirational poem! I love how you showed that the friends saw this garden differently, but both stayed to fix it anyway. It was a rather sweet touch for the daughters to meet up in this place near the end. Great job!

Sun, July 5th, 2015 2:44am


Thank you!!!:)

Sun, July 5th, 2015 3:40am


I love how inspirational this was. It had an amazing message behind it. I also live how you told it as a story, even though it was written as a poem. I don't know why, but I always thought that was a hard thing to whenever I tried it, and you really did it well.

Sun, July 5th, 2015 4:22am


Thank you for the comment!!:)

Sun, July 5th, 2015 3:40am


this was cute and I liked how it all came together in the end but have you ever read the secret garden? or the curious garden? it was too much like those stories or me and this was more o a short story than a poem but overall it was good

Tue, July 7th, 2015 12:39am


Thank you! And yes I have!:)

Mon, July 6th, 2015 7:29pm


First off, sorry I'm so late getting to this. This was really creative, and I just loved your descriptions when it came to how the girls saw the garden. This had sort of an "Alice and Wonderland" feel to it :). Good poem. ~Poetic

Thu, July 9th, 2015 9:11pm


Thank you!!:)

Thu, July 9th, 2015 6:59pm


Really good and it show a good message two. A like from me. This was a good poem I like how it was a poem and story all in one.

Sat, July 11th, 2015 10:42pm


Thank you!:)

Sat, July 11th, 2015 4:32pm

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