This Garden
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To This Garden
by M. Griswold
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To this garden I will feed and tend.
Without ceasing, without any end.
Toiling ever in love’s sweet labor.
Minding not of sacrifice’s ill flavor.
Daily, I will pluck out unwanted weeds.
Then gently caress the newborn seeds.
Watering and pampering their every need.
To maturity I, this garden, will always feed.
Weathering storms of darkened skies.
Shielding the winds of wilting demise.
Protecting always this garden's pure flower.
Armored with love's full blooming power.
For it's our future, this garden, you see.
Our dreams, our wishes, our rhapsody.
To this garden of love, I will attend.
Without ceasing, without end.
Copyright © Mitchell Griswold | Year Posted 2020
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