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.
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