Once upon a time, there was a great big flower, she had survived terrible droughts and floods. But now, wanted to plant her own seeds in the planting season. She planted her first seed. She kept it close so she could shade it and shelter it as it grew. The seed grew to be a beautiful flower. She was dainty and very close with the great big flower. The dainty flower became a great mother flower herself, spreading her seeds...
You have a wee small plotWith your life at its dawnIt's just about so wideThe length not yet been drawn. A garden you are to tendTilling, working it wellWhat will become of itJust time and toil to tell. Turning stumbling blocksInto path stepping stonesBreaking up all the clodsYour body aches and groans Compost and nutrients Working into the soilHoeing, weeding, sweatingA life of work and toil. Then you begin to plantWhat...
The sun shone in his face as Jason woke up the next morning. He reluctantly opened his eyes to the room he had found in the back of the house. No one had claimed it because they completely over looked the hidden door concealing a secret flight of spiral stairs that led to the room. At first it wasn’t much to look at, most of the furniture was draped in white sheets and the rest was covered in thick dust. The walls were fa...
It’s been two years since I’ve been home. I’ve always had a place to live, but it’s been two years since the place where I live has been my home. The strongest desire of my heart is to feel like I’m home. I’ve struggled to make the places where I’ve lived into homes, but was resisted by controlling people. Now I feel tired and depressed. I feel like there is no reason to care about anything. For many people, home is where...
Today I feel like writingPerhaps something smallMy mind is clear and my heart contentSlow, deep breaths I take, calming the body and soulThere's this sensation within, an over-whelming joyAs I stare at Nature's Garden, surrounded by the lakeThere are trees and there are roses and even butterflies.What a sight it is to see.All of Natures Garden I am so happy to be me.The birds are singing a song of loveThey glide with the...
The purple pansies peer quixotically at me from their flower bedAn earthworm attempts to ignore my churning trowelToo close, a shudder with a side order of shriekDigging in my lovely little sunny gardenA bumble bee flits and flirts buzzily near my headWith a 'Huzzah huzzey, begone' I wield my garden fork ferociouslyI decimate the encroaching weed hordeFrom my lovely little sunny gardenThe conifers quiver curiously at my g...
