Friday, March 16, 2012


Angel in the garden
Watching fennel grow,
Do you think its yellow flowers
Come too slow?

Seated on your pretty perch,
Holding chin in hands
Gardens are the sweetest spots
In any lands.

Soaked in sunshine all the day
At night-- stars overhead,
There may be no finer sleep
Than in a flowerbed.

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