Quiet Garden

Within this quiet garden…

Within this quiet garden
I wait to hear a sound;
But there is no one coming,
There’s no one else around

The flowers are so lovely,
The trees are lush and downy,
There is no finer garden
Anywhere in this whole county

And although days like this are rare,
The rarest thing of any,
Is why we keep things to ourselves
When we are blessed
With plenty

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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