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THE   IRISH GARDEN

Created  by  God but designed by me  -  my garden       (13  syll )
It was intended as Helen’s  playground           (Name of smb   loved)
She wanted space big enough but not  expansive     (rhyme)
And play equipment dear enough but not expensive      (rhyme)
“And  no   dogs  ! ”                                                   (3 words)
she said.     ( Indeed,    ‘n’    I    agreed  )             (palindrome)
And so we set to work  making the Irish  garden           (title)
The work was extensive as well as intensive              (rhyme)
She wanted songbirds, saying,  ”a bird in hand is worth two in the bush”  (quote)
And in Ireland  the birdsong is beautiful                      (country)
I felt she’d  long  to belong among  song but I was wrong    (5 words rhyme)
I  found her a blackbird                                               (6  syll  )
Which sang  “Bye Bye  Blackbird “                           (song title)
So  I responded   “Goodbye, farewell,  adieu”               (synon)
Then it was  gone, disappeared, absent,   vanished    (4 words  the same)
So  now,   where   to   get  music   for her?               (no   A / D / L)
Her happy eyes shone with anticipation of singing birds    (happy eyes)
But I was out of ideas, running on empty                   (run/on/emp)
A mechanical  model  bird?. . . yes, of such things had I heard  (rhymes with 6 syll)
Such cultural perfection sublime  !                                     (poem line)


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Written by  Sydney Peck
Entered in Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's Contest   Mish-Mash

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