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In My Garden
Of all the things I've ever done
And all I'll ever do
It is only when I scrape the earth
That I can renew
My closeness to the giver
Of all I'll ever be
And in my garden I'm aware
Of all that's given me.
Of all the things I've ever done
And all I'll ever do
It is only when I scrape the earth
That I can renew
My closeness to the giver
Of all I'll ever be
And in my garden I'm aware
Of all that's given me.
Excellent!
Nothing else needs saying.
Jessica
So true Mike and if you will, read mine on my garden.Not much more than postage stamp size, but beautiful.Great write!
The earth is my mother and I can relate to this poem. As far as I'm concerned this is as close to heaven as we'll ever get...no offense. I just wish people would stop beating it and polluting this world. It's thee only home we have. Good reading you.
This is exactly how I feel also. Who can deny our creator when all of creation grows upward...reaching up towards the Heavens...and proclaims the glory of our maker! I love it! Even the trees reach upward to praise our existence.