Oh that I should wander to some warmer clime,
Some lovely, familiar garden, beyond all space and time.
Peace, rest, and happiness,
If only I could find.
I?m aware of something there.
Colours - in profusion - tumble through my mind.
I sense a breeze and rustling trees, and banks of dazzling flowers.
Their nodding bell-shaped heads send out their scent to please
And accommodate the gentle humming bees.
I open heavy eyelids, to start a fresh new day.
Betty's Own Garden
© Elizabeth Anderson 1972
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