In My Garden
by Jane M. Wallace
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Ever been in a garden and get lost in all the beauty there and perhaps got caught up in a wonderful daydream. The next thing you know, reality fades away and you are lost in a wonderful new world. |
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When the world starts to close in and suffocate me
and I need a place that allows my soul to soar free.
There is a place where I can, for a short time hide.
A magical place, where wonderful dreams can reside.
In my garden, flowers echo the colors of the rainbow
and butterflies seem to dance, as they fly to and fro.
Birds dive into their bath and splash, chirp and play
and squirrels scamper by, in the middle, of the day.
I dream here about castles, villages and great kings
and about all manner of fantasies and pleasant things.
Looking at the Hybiscus, I see more than just a flower.
For I see an enchanted island and a princess in a tower.
Crotons no longer are just a splash of color to me.
They become a colorful reef, beneath a very blue sea.
The peddles of the yellow daisy, are not so very bold.
In them I see, a treasure chest, filled with pirate's gold.
The flowers of the Gardenia are sweet and white.
As my imagination soars, I see a handsome knight.
When I behold the Plumbago's soft flowers of blue,
they become the many horses, in a royal mew.
I spy a Firecracker bush, with flowers of blazing red
and suddenly a dragon soars, high above my head.
There are evergreens,palms and grasses here too.
They make me think of the world, when it brand new.
The moments I spend here, seem to quickly pass by
and reality comes rushing back, in the blink of an eye.
When life gets me down and I no longer have any zest,
there is a place where I can dream and get a little rest.
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
3/22/2007 |
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Very beautiful write. I do get lost in my garden. Sit out back on my swing and watch my baby vegetables and fruit grow. Of course ummm, so do the neighborhood rabbits and birds. Rabbits like the canteloupe (musk mellons) best and the birds usually go after my tomatoes. Enjoyed this!
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
3/22/2007 |
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| This is one of my favorites. It takes the reader there. Your garden was enchanting !.......M |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
3/22/2007 |
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"When life gets me down and I no longer have any zest,
there is a place where I can dream and get a little rest."
Thank you for sharing this wonderfully healing place, Jane. Welcome to AD. Love and peace to you,
Regis |
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| Reviewed by Jeff Mason |
3/22/2007 |
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| Okay, umm... could you please send me MapQuest directions to your garden? Clearly, I'm in need of rest. -- Jeff |
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
3/22/2007 |
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Jane,
I got lost in the beautiful garden of your words--thank you. Perfect meter and rhyme, only truly good poets can pull this off consistantly. (For me, thank God for rhyming dictionaries!! LOL) Free verse more my style, but I drive Karen nutz counting off meter LOL Still and all, an excellent write. :) Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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