My Garden (2) Poem by Phil Soar

The garden is my refuge
So much of it is mine
From the roses with their painful thorns
To the climbers tied with twine
No matter how I feel some days
The garden is my home
Where I can sit and admire it all
And love when I'm alone

I spend much of my time out there
And the dogs will share it too
There's always something I can find
To set my efforts to
The results can warm my senses
And it makes it all worthwhile
The sights of spring and summer
And the beauty of natures style