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My Little Garden

We met in the garden
one fair, sunny day.
I asked where you’d been
But you would not say.

I asked about news
from beyond the hedges.
I wondered fiercely,
I’d not passed its edges.

I begged and I pleaded
For news from outside
To get answers sought
Tears streaming, you cried.

You told of fighting	
And virtual schools,
Racial slighting
And stay-at-home rules.

I’m tempted to stay
With my head in sand
But I want to help
And take a firm stand.

Oh, little garden
Stay safe and grow free 
Give me your promise
And remember me.

Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2020

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Jack Horne Date: 10/1/2020 7:35:00 AM such a thought-provoking write here Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 10/1/2020 7:44:00 AM Thank you for stopping by to comment Jack. Linda

Kim Rodrigues Date: 9/30/2020 6:30:00 AM Heartfelt! May many and most find their garden solace! Login to Reply Linda Alice Fowler Date: 9/30/2020 6:49:00 AM Thank you Kim. It's serenity calms nearly all grief. Linda

Gershon Wolf Date: 9/29/2020 6:39:00 PM I'm all for the garden at this point in time. What's going on 'beyond the hedges' -- well-penned! -- is so bizarre. Nice write, Linda! :) gw Login to Reply Gershon Wolf Date: 9/30/2020 7:54:00 PM Thanks, Linda... Still 'weeding the garden' at this point. Best wishes to you! :) gw Linda Alice Fowler Date: 9/29/2020 6:55:00 PM Thank you Gershon.. I hope your celebrations are underway and are the best ever! Linda