My Garden

I have often thought that when I bought

The garden yesterday

It would be mine and I could plan

To make it bright for play.

With flowers that bloom with wild perfume

And insects all galore

The seeds, the soil, the rain, the sun

A heaven more & more.

I’ll sit and read and contemplate

The movement of the sun

Its shadows move imperceptibly

And measure one by one.

I’ll build and batter, dig & sweat

To make the leaves to grow

But when I eat their lovely fruits

My how my heart will glow.

RB Jan 2001