My Fathers Garden
I go there often
in the hush of evening
when everything is still
to watch the day surrender
washing over me
a cool clear stream
flowing from my mind
cleanses my soul
I am made whole again
all weight is lifted
in my fathers garden
Copyright © Ronnie Van Sweringen | Year Posted 2006
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