Under a sign routed
By a younger man,
Children nailed dreams,
Strung wooden beads
And wired hope on
Dawn-bleached palings.
Plantings came and went
But, despite failings,
Successes ensued:
Volunteers, years of
Oddments, seed-bearing
Birds made old
Dreams come true.
i don't understand all but it seamed beautifull ...Dreams come true really ?
ReplyDeleteSome do!
DeleteGiven the life inside the words of this lovely poem "peace garden" feels redundant ... :)
ReplyDeleteMost kind.
DeleteHey Geo! There's a wide slice of time here, but a single memory somehow =) Indigo
ReplyDeleteTrue! Somehow. Funny old world!
DeleteWhat a beautiful idea. Imagine all the people living life in peace... John Lennon.
ReplyDeleteWell, yes, we CAN imagine. Dear Emma, peace and life!
DeleteBeautiful writing, Geo
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margie!
DeleteVery nicely written. Your posts and Norma's paintings encourage us to dream.
ReplyDeleteMost kind Munir!
DeleteWhat a nice peaceful poem. Sounds like a grew place to go and relax. I love the photograph you found to go along with it.
ReplyDeleteThanks Lady, photo is of a bit of garden 10 yards out our back door. Kids contrived things to add to it over a 30-year period.
DeleteWhat fitting words for picture! I'd happily pitch a tent in this calming garden!
ReplyDeleteThe last two lines created a catch in my throat. Ep. There they are. Baby tears.
ReplyDeleteFull of hope, that's what your Peace Garden is.
ReplyDeleteThat much is certain, Mimi, as long as compassion is our greatest strength.
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