Meditation: a Poem
My Secret Garden
'Tis but a short walk right through here....
a few steps down the flagstone path,
I walk where willows sway.
Around the brush, I climb a hill,
and gather cones from under pines.
Over yon a brooklet falls
keeping carefree time to the music that it plays.
Below the fall, a fawn has stopped
to sip the crystal drops.
Deeper still, this garden goes
to a place where the redfern grows.
Sitting down upon a stump,
I hear a cheery song,
as light of heart, I rise to leave.
I come here once most every day and see
a thousand sights--unchanging; everchanging.
No trespass can despoil this spot,
no dangers does it know.
You see, the gate is locked:
the only key.
© 1-1990 (rev) 4-15-93 C. Elizabeth Carl
© (rev) 5-6-10 C. Elizabeth (Carl) Elias
© 2010 DzyMsLizzy
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