The Potting Shed
At the top of the garden
A sanctuary hidden
The old hen house is converted to
A potting shed
Stone floor, a window, a door
Your secret bolt hole
Nurturing beloved seedlings
Readying them for planting
While you order those thoughts that beset you -
Copyright © Liz Walsh | Year Posted 2011
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