Remembering a Garden
I taste and feel the rich soil , sifting it through my fingers
Looking back on my childhood, a memory lingers
In the evening my father would take down the hoe
Mother behind..letting her happiness show
Together they'd work and talk of the day
Secret smiles, laughter.., their time to play
The garden was sustenance in a time of great need
They counted on return from every small seed
But the simple pleasure they got from the task
Is the treasure I seek, no more could I ask
My Assigned Theme...My Garden
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