In My Garden
Willows
sway lazily in the breeze
butterflies waft
by with ease
fragrance and
colors to please
in the tranquil
garden of Maggie's.
Friends
from near and far
pop in to see how
you are
and enjoy a drink
from the bar
spiced with gossip
and a hardy har har.
To
exchange a picture and a song
to make you
welcome and feel you belong
as friends laugh
and get along
under the canopy
of the tree fern frond.
There
are good jokes to share
things to try on a
dare
as we drop all
woes and care
within a quiet
cocoon of gossamer.
Fairies
frolic in friendly fantasies
in adamant,
abundant amnesty
from all boring,
bothersome bombastities
going gracefully,
gleefully, aghasterly
in the magical,
mystical moods of my garden
where all fears
and frights are forgotten with pardon.
---- mmmee 2000 ----
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