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Sunday, August 2, 2009

Beside My Garden Gate...


My garden blooms with roses rare
And trees where nestlings mate
In early spring when soft winds sigh
Around my garden gate.

A rustic seat is hidden where
Both joys and sorrows wait
Where trumpet vine and daffodils
Bloom round my garden gate.

When woes beset on every hand
And sorrow seems my fate
I grab my hat and spend an hour
Beside my garden gate.

I bid my troubles all adieu
Until a later date
And find a peaceful haven there
Beside my garden gate.


A poem by Blanche Elder Crispin, from her book “Drifting Sands”

8 comments:

Sunny said...

I've always like that poem, thanks so much for posting it. Lovely art work too.
Sunny :)

blushing rose said...

This is one of the all time favorites ... TY for sharing. TTFN ~Marydon

Deanna said...

Beautiful picture and lovely, lovely poem.
God bless,
d

Carol @ TheWritersPorch said...

That is one of my favorites Jo!
I'm planning a courtyard and dreaming of gardens!

DJan said...

Are you SURE you aren't the incarnation of a renaissance woman? Everything you post has the feeling of having come from another era. Thanks for sharing your insight, no matter where it's coming from.

A Brit in Tennessee said...

Sunny: So glad you enjoyed, it's a favorite of mine also.

Blushing Rose: Seems we all have the same taste ;)

Deanna: Thank you, I think the painting is so serene, and comforting.

Carol: You busy lady you !
I can't wait to see the results..

DJan: A Renaissance woman ? Hmmm..
Well, I've always thought I came from another place in time, maybe it just shows my appreciation for timeless and proven ?
Funny, my dad always used to stand ontop of castle walls, and say he could "feel" he had been there centuries earlier. Maybe I have that same insight ?
Thanks for pointing that out...

Snowbrush said...

I loved both the poem and the painting.

Denise said...

A beautiful poem and a beautiful graphic. Thanks Jo :)