Alesia Leach Poet Rhyme

In This Garden

In this garden,
the roses have all withered,
the sparrows no longer twitter,
the day is dark and bitter.

In this garden,
a rusty gate swings in the wind,
a faded pinwheel gently spins,
a sad little girl swings within.

In this garden,
the trees are brown and rotten,
the youthful dreams forgotten,
and little tears fall often.

In this garden,
the land lies in dark repose,
the stream no longer flows,
and little eyes bear pain untold.

In this garden--
once, there was beauty here,
once, laughter flowed sweet and clear,
once, there was vigilance near.

© 05/22/2015 – Alesia Leach
Written for The Poet’s Shadow – Hosted by Greg Barden

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Gregory Richard Barden August 19, 2017 at 9:21 PM Wonderfully-phrased, attentively-written, full of beauty and dark emotion ... I adored this from the first read and kept replaying it in my mind! You are a very talented writer, and this is superb work - congratulations on SIXTH PLACE, in a contest that was packed with quality! :-)

Skat A May 23, 2015 at 1:44 AM Stunning poem Alesia. Thank you for sharing. Forever *SKAT*

The Grahamburglar May 22, 2015 at 7:15 PM Interesting write. I like how descriptive it is. Made the garden really come to life...or, well...a kind of forgotten kind of life anyway. Great write and thank you for sharing this one. =) 7