Down the Garden Path
When radiant blooms of springtime abound
in every humble garden grows
many a fancier flower to be found
though noblest is still the rose
How gently do the ivy vines cling
like sunshine on mossy walls
how lovely does the little bird sing
his sweet, throaty enthralls
Where blazing morning glories climb
in shades of violet and blue
they grow like memories entwined
with seasons spent here with you
In a springtime of soft lovers' strolls
we walked the garden path
across verdant and dewy knolls
echoed the river's laugh
As we grow old and lose our faith
there is a truth that will console
the footsteps of our fleeting youth
leave balmy imprints on our souls
Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2005
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