My Garden Is My Sanctuary
Published on April 2011
As I look out to my garden
I feel a sense of pride
It really is a lovely room
Except it is outside.
Where lovely things mix and match
And greenery fills the walls
The sound of trickling water
Coming from the gold fish pond.
I love the sight of stones and rocks
And driftwood and tree ferns too
The sounds of all my chimes
I know you would like it too.
With pride I walk around my garden
And savour each scent and smell
Colours of yellow, red and gold
Striped cushion on a bench.
The bird bath has its own domain
It's placed beside a wooden arch
Where all the birds come to bathe
And drink when they are parched.
Ladybirds can hide away
Sometimes they come out to see
What's happening around them
With caterpillars and the bees.
There's not much more that I can say
Except if you have your own
It won't take long to build it up
Seeds will bloom once they are sown.
I feel a sense of pride
It really is a lovely room
Except it is outside.
Where lovely things mix and match
And greenery fills the walls
The sound of trickling water
Coming from the gold fish pond.
I love the sight of stones and rocks
And driftwood and tree ferns too
The sounds of all my chimes
I know you would like it too.
With pride I walk around my garden
And savour each scent and smell
Colours of yellow, red and gold
Striped cushion on a bench.
The bird bath has its own domain
It's placed beside a wooden arch
Where all the birds come to bathe
And drink when they are parched.
Ladybirds can hide away
Sometimes they come out to see
What's happening around them
With caterpillars and the bees.
There's not much more that I can say
Except if you have your own
It won't take long to build it up
Seeds will bloom once they are sown.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/my-garden-is-my-sanctuary-poem
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As I
look out to my garden
I
feel a sense of pride
It
really is a lovely room
Except
it is outside.
Where
lovely things mix and match
And
greenery fills the walls
The
sound of trickling water
Coming
from the gold fish pond.
I
love the sight of stones and rocks
And
driftwood and tree ferns too
The
sounds of all my chimes
I
know you would like it too.
With
pride I walk around my garden
And
savour each scent and smell
Colours
of yellow, red and gold
Striped
cushion on a bench.
The
bird bath has its own domain
It's
placed beside a wooden arch
Where
all the birds come to bathe
And
drink when they are parched.
Ladybirds
can hide away
Sometimes
they come out to see
What's
happening around them
With
caterpillars and the bees.
There's
not much more that I can say
Except
if you have your own
It
won't take long to build it up
Seeds
will bloom once they are sown.
© Marie Church
April
2011
Garden Of Gold
Published on February 2006
I walk through the garden,
On this warm summer's day,
To smell the flowers,
That grandma raised.
In the middle,
Of this garden of gold,
Stood this one,
Single red stem rose,
The rose means so many things,
From the ones you receive on your wedding day,
To the one you get on Valentine's Day,
But this single rose standing here today,
Represents the love grandma gave.
From the love she gave,
When she planted it that day,
To the love she gave us,
Each and every day,
So when you pass this garden of gold,
Remember the love that this rose holds.
On this warm summer's day,
To smell the flowers,
That grandma raised.
In the middle,
Of this garden of gold,
Stood this one,
Single red stem rose,
The rose means so many things,
From the ones you receive on your wedding day,
To the one you get on Valentine's Day,
But this single rose standing here today,
Represents the love grandma gave.
From the love she gave,
When she planted it that day,
To the love she gave us,
Each and every day,
So when you pass this garden of gold,
Remember the love that this rose holds.
Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/garden-of-gold
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