On Summer afternoons, from two to four,
The sunshine's probing fingers gently trace
A passage 'twixt the city roofs to pour
In fullness on a basement dwelling place.
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BONJOUR MARY OUI je me souviens de ce petit jardin.DE ces qq jours passés à londres, et également chez ta maman; il y a si longtemps.ORLEANS devrait te rappeler des souvenirs.bises annie.
As said, no matter the size, what lies therein matters. Lovely poem.
Hi Mary, you have brought us closer to paradise.Yes, the sunken garden that we'd overlook, comes to live now.
Even a little house plant or windowsill garden can bring such joy.Plants are so important to our environment because they filter the air we breathe.A ten from me.I love your very smooth lyrical style! ! ! !
Just gorgeous! I picked the name 'Sunken Garden' as I knew it would be different and lovely. Mary, you see so much beauty and joy in everything and your poem sings as I read it. A little sweet song for a beautiful little garden... Karin Anderson
good write...very pleasing to read, Mary...you have a devoted 'gardener mind....10
Raised the hairs on the back of my neck again Mary, you are a wizard.... I love the way you wield that penbrush of yours to take us right into the picture with you. Thanks.
that's excellent. I love how you challenge the scope of the garden. great job
This is a wonderful piece Mary. I particularlylike the last ffour lines which present a strong potrayal of creation.
What a gem of a poem!