In My Garden

Written by: Pam Woolford


In my garden my roses grow
Little blooms bend as the winds blow
Birds are flying there in the sky
Babies learning the way to fly
Are scared of falling down below

Yellow buds with a perfume sweet
Many rows of blooms looking neat
So proud am I of my roses
In my garden

Many blooms almost touch the sky
Reaching up maybe ten feet high
People stop walking by each day
My roses look good right through May
Without water they will be dry
In my garden