Ervin's Garden On the Hill
one would wonder where is this garden on the hill
unsighted from many searches, now I’m standing still
bewildered and weary I sat down on a log to rest
I know that I have given it my best.
this garden has no flowers or weeds to pull
nothing illuminates when the moon is full
the soil is crusted no rain touches down
I can only imagine an image on this ground.
perhaps I was dreaming about this garden
my heart once soft, now becomes harden
to lose my ideal garden will leave me with hurt
won’t carry this picture of useless dirt.
the scented ambiance and the colorful array of floral
was once thriving with mountain laurel
vividly within my mind is Ervin kneeling in jeans
tending to his garden, planting what true beauty means
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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