In This Garden

In this garden the roses have all withered the sparrows no longer twitter the day is dark and bitter In this garden a rusty gate swings in the wind a faded pinwheel gently spins a sad little girl swings within In this garden the trees are brown and rotten the youthful dreams are forgotten the little tears fall often In this garden the land lays in dark repose the stream no longer flows the little eyes bare pain untold In this garden once there was beauty here once laughter flowed sweet and clear once there was vigilance near © 05/22/2015 Sponsored by: Greg Barden The Poet's Shadow