Daily Garden Reflections

I Remember

I Remember

I remember, I remember, the house where I was born. The little window where the sun came peeping in at morn.
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I Heard A Bird Sing

I Heard A Bird Sing

I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing and sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September.
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Song Of Tea

Song Of Tea

The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The second cup breaks my loneliness. The third cup searches my barren entrail.
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Recipe For A Salad

Recipe For A Salad

To make this condiment your poet begs the pounded yellow of two hard-boil'd eggs; two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen sieve.
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Always It's Spring

Always It's Spring

Surely the flowers of a hundred springs are simply the souls of beautiful things! The poppies aflame with gold and red were the kisses of lovers.
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Home-Coming

Home-Coming

When I stepped homeward to my hill, dusk went before with quiet tread; the bare laced branches of the trees were as a mist about its head.
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A Day Of Sunshine

A Day Of Sunshine

O gift of God! O perfect day whereon shall no man work, but play; whereon it is enough for me not to be doing, but to be!
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