My Garden
At the bottom of my garden there is a quiet spot,
where I choose to ponder my life, my times, my lot.
Screened from my house by bushes, there is a wooden seat,
some mirrors and some gravel, it's rather small and neat.
In this corner sits a Buddah who smiles at me with love.
And a figure of a Green man hangs from a branch above.
Reflected in the mirror is a Celtic granite cross,
to give me help and comfort when I think of pain and loss.
Ganesh also sits there with his elaphantine face,
and Pan with pipes in marble adds humour life and grace.
These spiritual images dispel all thoughts of strife.
Clear my thoughts of chaos and bring peace into my life.
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