I wrote this little poem a few years ago for the fair:
Garden Delight
One early morning I peeped out the window
and a glorious sight met my eyes;
My garden was sparkling in the morning dew;
The sun was just beginning to rise;
I gathered my boots, a hat, and gloves
and paused to collect a rake and spade;
Then I hurried outside to my flower garden
where it’s brilliant colors were arrayed;
Kneeling down in the soft dark earth,
I breathed in the scent of a rose;
It was a delicious smell and I couldn’t help smiling
when it’s soft pink petals tickled my nose;
Then I began to turn up the soil
and pull up the numerous weeds;
I carefully watered each little plant
and adequately tended to its needs;
The rich purple irises stood slender and lovely
among daffodils adorned in golden gowns;
The lilacs were bursting with fragrance and beauty
as were my white-collared daisies in their yellow crowns;
I sighed and sank into a white wicker chair
in a peaceful bliss among those flowers;
It was so sweet to be out in my garden
enjoying the wee morning hours;
Hannah
September 6, 2011Brooke, I had no idea that you were a poet! The poem is lovely and so are you. Keep on loving and enjoying God’s creation!
To God be the Glory,
Love,
Hannah