My Garden Calls to Me
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I dedicate my latest poem to all the wonderful, passionate, knowledgeable gardeners out there, in honour of World Poetry Day today. I know your gardens call to you too...
My Garden Calls to Me
My garden calls to me
It seems to know my name
I hear its restless whisper
Through the softly falling rain
My garden beckons me
Into the misty dawn
Where I find myself bare-foot
Upon a dew-bejewelled lawn
My garden nurtures me
It reciprocates my toil
It knows the roots of humans too
Lie deeply in the soil
My garden tries to please me
It renews itself each day
Altering in each moment
In infinitesimal ways
My garden likes to tease me
With all I’ve yet to know
Chuckling at my failures;
My crude attempts to grow
But my garden - it forgives me
It lets-go my mistakes
The bold lithe shoots of hope instead
Unfurling in their place
My garden whispers, ‘Come outside
The day has just begun
Come out here and tend to me
The best is yet to come!’
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