The cold blows in through the back door
the boards creak as I walk across the floor
The windows are dusty and the walls have cracks
and the passage has signs where the mice have made
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Ah, but what a joy for you, you old Homebody, Gardner, caring person! Grubbing away in the dirt and planting and weeding your word garden, to make your stories bloom....great job, my English Rosie!
Just looked over the fence here, only to find a wonderful secret garden of a poem Love it Great job again Sylvia Love duncan X
For those who are willing to put their dreams into action, there is always hope of a better tomorrow. Cheers for this lovely, positive poem. Your sister and friend, Sandra
Great imagination Sylvia, your poems always have me hooked! Pleasantries surround this poem.Lisa