where a stream runs slow
I hear the birds chirping
and the waters quiet flow.
In my cottage garden
rolling hills frame the view
and Hollyhocks grow high
against a sky of blue.
In my cottage garden
flowers line paths of stone
And mounds of vibrant color
appear where seeds were sown.
In my cottage garden
Snapdragons sway in the breeze
and Delphiniums, tall against a fence
are visited by buzzing bees.
In my cottage garden
on a shaded bench by the stream
the worlds a peaceful place
where I sit in awe and dream.
~by Ron King~
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