“In my garden there is a large place for sentiment.
My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams.
The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers,
And the dreams are as beautiful.”
Abram L. Urban
The old wooden flower barrel
Is about one hundred years old
Grandpa made it for Grandma
All those many, many years ago
And how I so fondly remember
Seeing it at grandma’s, as a boy
She would plant many flowers in it
It always brought her so much joy
My father decided to maintain it
And, he would paint it once a year
Now, my mother loved planting in it
And, it brought both my parents cheer
The old wooden garden bench
Has to be at least fifty years old
My father bought it for my mother
How they both loved sitting on it so
Both the old barrel and the old bench
Now, have sentimental value for me
And now, I paint and I care for them
And they both fill my heart with glee
I recently bought the two garden statues
They were an anniversary gift for my wife
Now, we sit on the bench, gazing at the barrel
Such simple things bringing joy to numerous lives
I spent much of my life, wandering the world,
Only to discover that the greatest treasures,
Are very often found, in one’s own backyard,
A place today, that brings me much pleasure.
©2009, Mr. Ed
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THIRD GENERATION SENTIMENTS ARE QUITE FINE!
P.S. Please tell me that little boy is NOT 'pee-wee-ing in the pool!'
TK...
And I bet as you sit quietly stories of the past whisper in your heart.
Cynthia
You have written: I spent much of my life, wandering the world,
Only to discover that the greatest treasures,
Are very often found, in one’s own backyard,
A place today, that brings me much pleasure.
I have found the same thing in my own life...such peace, & contentment & joy.
Love Holly
Enjoyed that, (It was a barrel of fun) Gerry
In Spirit,
Bear
Blessings! Jasmin Horst
Ma should have told you that!
EDvard.
God bless,
Lew
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D