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Who?: A Poem

Updated on April 10, 2012
I took this one Fall back in the early 80s. See the ghosts?
I took this one Fall back in the early 80s. See the ghosts? | Source

Who walked upon this land of mine

so many years ago?

Who planted the trees and flowers here

and nurtured them to grow?


Who enjoyed the sunrise in the morning

underneath the Dogwood tree?

Who harvested the vegetables in the garden

and picked the apples from the trees?


Who cared for the soil and the grounds around

protecting it until it was mine?

Who decided to grow the purple Iris

along the fence row line?


Who strolled after dinner down the drive

letting their stomachs digest?

Who built the white picket fences

where the rose bushes now rest?


Who took such pleasure in this land

providing the shade and beauty I see?

Who appreciates their hard work and dedication?

From beneath the Dogwood I say, me!

©LMY 4.10.2012

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      ImKarn23, no, thank you for such a nice comment!

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      Karen Silverman 5 years ago

      Oh, Eclectic - your way with words teases one's imagination. Who did, I wonder? A lovely path you lead us down..thank you

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      Audrey, thank you!

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      Audrey Howitt 5 years ago from California

      Lovely, lovely work!

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      Gypsy, thank you for the votes!

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Awww voted up and beautiful.

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      DFiduccia, thanks! That's one of my favorite photos!

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      DFiduccia 5 years ago from Las Vegas

      The poem is very fitting for such a beautiful photo.

      DF

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      Bill, I always think about the past and who roamed around these parts. Perhaps they are still here? Thanks for the comment!

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      kj force, 75? That's a lot! I think we have about 6 or so! Thank you for your continued support and wonderful comments!

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      Lisa 5 years ago from Tennessee

      Cyndi10, thanks for the comment! I'm glad that it brought back some warm memories for you!

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      Bill Holland 5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Awww, that was nice! I have a fascination with times before and often I'll look out over the landscape and try to imagine how it was 100 years before and who the people were who worked the land before it was paved over. So glad you wrote this so I know I'm not the only one who wonders those things. Great job my friend.

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      kjforce 5 years ago from Florida

      Great poem..beautifully written and again you painted a picture with your words, by reflecting on the past, which is also in the present..loved it...love the ghosts flying..we do our property with then every year..last count 75...

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      Cynthia B Turner 5 years ago from Georgia

      This was so sweet a poem. It called to mind the leisurely strolls my aunt would take around her flower garden in the summer when her friends came to visit. They all loved flowers and would always compare and talk about what they had blooming at the time. Thanks for stirring that memory.