MY LITTLE FLOWER GARDEN

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Come, sit on the bench, with us do converse,
Paint a picture beautiful or do write a verse.
Stars on sky, flowers in garden are our Universe,
Good bye my friend and please again traverse.

Submitted: February 15, 2014

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Submitted: February 15, 2014

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Come into my garden, oh my friend,

Morn and eve, this is where I spend.

My heart, my soul, here’s what I tend,

Make it vivid and grand, that I intend.

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Here are the dahlia, hollyhock and rose,

Write your poetry, verse or your prose.

Why seek paradise, when heaven is close?

Leave all worries, why are you morose?

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Pluck not flowers, beautiful on the bough,

Many a sweat I shed and many a plough.

Tender are these hands that did sow,

My pain, effort and toil you must know.

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Children chasing the darting butterflies,

Collecting honey the humming bee flies.

Squeaking squirrel to crack a nut tries,

Chirping bird catches a worm that cries.

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There’s the honey bee flitting over flowers,

Above the plots and beds and the bowers,

Ignoring weather, undeterred by showers,

Flying and flitting in the garden that’s ours.

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Come, sit on the bench, with us do converse,

Paint a picture beautiful or do write a verse.

Stars on sky, flowers in garden are our Universe,

Good bye my friend and please again traverse.

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