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 in 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
Thank you Renard
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Beautifully written and paints an image of natural beauty in the reader’s mind
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[ Smiles ] This poem of your is quite beautiful!
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Thank you Renard
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[ Smiles ] You are welcome!
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