Sylvia’s Garden
Before
the sun rises in the end of winter’s death
With
chilly hands and frigid breath
Working
the soil with rake and hoe
Knowing
come summer a blessing to grow
Carefully
placing precious seed in pot
Each
cherished child never forgot
Watered
and watched until they sprout
Green
little creatures coming out
Early
spring, past the last frost
Praying
to God not one to be lost
In
the soil measured apart
With
cautious hands and loving heart
Early
morn to water with hose
Fulfilling
expectations the garden grows
Repeating
the watering in the eve
Love
is doing what you believe
In
summer heat a bounteous place
Smiles
all over Sylvia’s face
Fresh
lettuce and tomato to pick at will
Mother
Earth sharing her thrill
Fall
comes and we harvest more
Sharing
with Trevor and Ron next door
Resting
now as the labor is past
How
the season has gone so fast!
Looking
over the garden leaves in decay
I
am confident of another day
Sylvia’s
garden will reappear
As
long as the Lord gives us another year
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