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Nov 18, 2009
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My Grandmother's Garden
I love my Grandmother's garden,
is a magical place to be,
It's on a patch of grass ,behind her house,
which looks out on the sea.
The morning glories sing hello to the sun
as it begins to rise,
The tulips bloom all over the place,
in every color and every size.
The daises sway in the gentle breeze,
the lilies smell so sweet
But not sweeter than the honeysuckles,
with their wonderful tasty treat
The roses stand as the queens of the garden,
thinking they were the prettiest of them all,
Green moss and ivy protect them from the elements,
spreading over the garden wall.
Buttercups, of the brightest yellow,
Violets more of a purple than a blue
Wild flowers dare to grow there, in every imaginable hue
Yes my grandmother;s garden is full of magic,
Though,without one single fairy there
There is no knight, saving a princess,
From a terrible dragon's lair.
No the magic that lives is of a more simple sort,
With this beauty that is so sublime,
Reminding us that life it's self,
Is the biggest magic of all time.
is a magical place to be,
It's on a patch of grass ,behind her house,
which looks out on the sea.
The morning glories sing hello to the sun
as it begins to rise,
The tulips bloom all over the place,
in every color and every size.
The daises sway in the gentle breeze,
the lilies smell so sweet
But not sweeter than the honeysuckles,
with their wonderful tasty treat
The roses stand as the queens of the garden,
thinking they were the prettiest of them all,
Green moss and ivy protect them from the elements,
spreading over the garden wall.
Buttercups, of the brightest yellow,
Violets more of a purple than a blue
Wild flowers dare to grow there, in every imaginable hue
Yes my grandmother;s garden is full of magic,
Though,without one single fairy there
There is no knight, saving a princess,
From a terrible dragon's lair.
No the magic that lives is of a more simple sort,
With this beauty that is so sublime,
Reminding us that life it's self,
Is the biggest magic of all time.
— greeneyes, Nov 18, 2009
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Seren
16 years 6 months ago
Dear Elizabeth
greeneyes
16 years 6 months ago
thank you
Kailashana
16 years 6 months ago
Elizabeth, I love your
Nordic cloud
16 years 6 months ago
I shall have to capture this garden
Candlewitch
16 years 6 months ago
hello Elizabeth