My Secret Garden
by Elizabeth Melton Parsons
Sunday, May 06, 2007
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Sometimes a person just needs to enjoy being alive and all the gifts of nature God has given us...
My Secret Garden
I walk along the flagstone path
into my secret garden.
The Tulip heads sway in the breeze
as if in secret greeting.
Upon the breeze a scent is carried
to tease and please the senses.
I stop and bend to take a peak
at the Lilly of the Valley.
So lovely are their little bells
and wide green leaves a plenty.
I say good morning to the Roses
that hang upon the trellis.
A bench is set beneath the arch
with Honeysuckle blooming.
A place to sit in peaceful bliss
and dream my morning dreams.
Contentment settles like a cape
upon my happy soul.
It's wondrous the joy I feel
when in my secret garden.
Copyright Elizabeth Melton Parsons
Taken from my book Soaring Dreams ~ Daunting Reality
Romance Mystery Suspense
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|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|You are on a roll today with these three delightful poems that capture your warmth and spirit. Almost felt your presence reading these softly in the background. Very nice indeed.
|Reviewed by Richard Orey
I know you know what greatness I see and feel in a garden, not so much a garden planted by others as a garden planted and tended by me as God does his magic with vines and leaves and colorful and scented blooms. E.T. Waldron and Karen Palumbo each share a love of gardens as, I suppose, do many others in our AuthorsDen.
"It's wondrous the joy I feel when in my secret garden," you say. O, I share the feeling. And the "secret" of the secret garden isn't that it's hidden; it's the secret pleasure that's all our own. As you so elequently phrase it: "Contentment settles like a cape upon my happy soul."
A quiet place in a park is renewing to the soul. But I would wish all could enjoy the pleasure under "the arch with Honeysuckle blooming" and the "peaceful bliss" of dreaming "morning dreams."
Your sharing of My Secret Garden lets us all enjoy this gift of God.
What a work of art your book must be: "Soaring Dreams - Daunting Reality."
Thank you for posting this very lovely poem.