Warming rays of springtime sun
Light upon the arms of one
Gripping in her hands, a hoe,
Making straight the garden row.
Falling from her hand, a seed;
Green that's waiting to be freed.
Dreams of what shall come at last
In her scenes of fancy pass.
Ere departing from the plot,
Head she bows in reverent thought;
Thanking the Almighty One
'Neath the rays of springtime sun.
April 2019.
With springtime gardening season here again, this poem is relatable for me. Anyone else love gardening?
Light upon the arms of one
Gripping in her hands, a hoe,
Making straight the garden row.
Falling from her hand, a seed;
Green that's waiting to be freed.
Dreams of what shall come at last
In her scenes of fancy pass.
Ere departing from the plot,
Head she bows in reverent thought;
Thanking the Almighty One
'Neath the rays of springtime sun.
April 2019.
With springtime gardening season here again, this poem is relatable for me. Anyone else love gardening?
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