Walking In My Garden
WALKING IN MY GARDEN
When I walk through my garden late in the day
I hear the drone of a buzzing bumble bee
What wonders I see as I go on my way
And baby birds cheeping in the old oak tree
Yes, those are the wonders I hear and see
6 January 2020
For the contest sponsored by Dear Heart
Copyright © Curtis Moorman | Year Posted 2020
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