Thanks to the Windchime Assisted Living Home, Kingsland, Texas Bulletin--- for this ‘writing’.

A Garden

Isla Paschal Richardson

A garden is a place

Wherein to cleanse

The soul of petty thoughts

Where flowers nod

To let the dew refresh

Our wilting dreams

A place wherein

To find ourselves-

and God.

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Flowers

Windchime Bulletin-April 2003

We planted a garden

Of all kinds of flowers

It grew well

Because there were showers

The bees came and buzzed

This garden is ours!

But everyday to the honeyed bowers

The butterflies come

And hovered for hours

Over the daisies and hollyhock towers.

So we let the honey be theirs, but

The flowers we cut

To take in house are ours, not yours

If you please

You busy bees!

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