Tangled Vines

Written by: Phyllis Babcock

Inside a gate stands a long forgotten garden
Once full of beauty and floral aglow
Now un-kept from years of neglect
How beautiful it once appeared
Tended with loving care ,the flowers thrived
Now, only the wind, howls and carries the seeds
Placing them in crevices, to grow in the wild
The tangled vines of the Ivy, wound itself,
Around many plants, strangling the life
So it would survive the upcoming years
Now the garden sits derelict in the sun and rain
Lost in the glamor of yesteryear.