Poetry

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The Gardener comes-
Summer has gone - Autumn is here-
Leaves blown by winds -the weather
is fair - beautiful colors are on display-
every where

In Winter-
Gardener comes to His garden-
to prune and to shape - the dry, dead wood-
before it is too late-
OUCH!

Spring has arrived - like a flurry in a hive
Gardner comes- to add something special-
But first- He must weed- and then He must mulch
and turn the soil- moistened -by -Winter rains-
Buds are appearing - there's a promise of fruit-
This He has longed for- from His tending and care

Summer is here!
Gardener comes to His Garden fair -
It is abounding with produce-
everything pleasant- everything true-
It is His reward- for diligent care -
the fruits He has longed for-
are now in His care!
The Gardener loves -His garden so!
Yes- the season's come- and the season's go..

BrendaVN c 14/04/08

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