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In My Garden


 When I work in my garden

I feel the sun on my face

I listen to the birds singing

For my garden is a magical place


When I start to dig my garden

The worms are tossed around

The robin sits down beside me

Eating the worms from the ground


When I cut my lawns with the mower

There’s a sweet aroma from the grass

Patterns made by the mower blades

Through time they will not last.


I find peace within my garden

For there is so much beauty around

The sound of the songbirds singing

Creating such a melodious sound.


Next time you are working in your garden

Remember you are not alone

Thank Mother Nature for her bounty

Allowing you to be working in her home

Malcolm Bradshaw

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at

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