My Garden
My garden lies sleeping,
Soon she will wake.
She bids me come to her
With spade and rake.
Take away my spent flowers
And plant some new.
Decorate me with angels
And a birdhouse or two!
Put a bench among my flowers
And sit for a while.
The melody of the wind chimes
Will make us both smile.
We’ll spend time together
On many warm days
And thank God our Creator
For His wonderful ways.
Copyright © Myrna Terrell | Year Posted 2008
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