| IN MY GRANDPAS’ GARDEN
I saw,
I saw great,
Big and small
White cotton clouds hang on,
as though clear chintz of God.
Up and down
the mountainside.
Beneath,
The grains and oak-tree
Tall and small
they vastly grow
like small paradise
Build there,
before men yore to breath.
Birds and bees
Merry down the hills
Dancing to the soughing song
of endless stream and lake,
tossing up and down
the fallen leaves.
Leaves and branches glides,
on the shoulder of restless waves
lost in the trail way home
Rest beneath the mountainside
Where my grandpa’s garden delights.
And the pale blue sky
Early morning he smiles
hooked up the heavy sun,
the heavy yellow sun their morning light,
where creatures stand
on my grandpa’s yard
Butterflies rove the garden,
They flew so high, softly,
Softly they had tried,
up the tall pine, so high,
So high,
Dancing the rainbow sky.
Copyright ©2004 rey
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