{Memory's Garden}

An army of bricks

Marching down,

Slanting forward

On the ground,

Around our little

Garden plot.

In front of home,

Out garden spot.

We planted glories

For the morning

And glories for

The moon's adorning,

Planted zinnias

And four-o-clocks,

Pulled out weeds and

Chucked out rocks.

Found pieces of trash,

Threw them as well,

Said how they weren't

Biodegradable.

There were always hostas

We trimmed each year,

And the apple tree, Johnny,

Was so dear.

There were bachelor buttons

And daffodils,

And the birdys watched

And sang and trilled.

This is the garden

So dear to me;

The garden of

My memory.

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an original poem by

daughterofJehovahNissi