Someone’s Gardens
I walk down the sidewalks,
Looking at the gardens,
That sit in front of people’s homes,
Decoration at its most natural,
I love when people leave it chaotic,
And carefree,
I think the plants prefer it,
To live,
Like me,
Uniformed lawns are such a waste,
I prefer to see flowers,
Trees and bushes,
Vegetables growing strong,
Amongst rocks,
Strategically placed,
I love to see a trellis with a vine
outlining the walk,
To the front door,
Where people knock,
A fountain is nice,
Amongst evergreens,
When I walk down the sidewalks,
I see them,
Someone else’s gardens,
And I smile,
They are such beautiful scenes.
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Kathleen Wilburn
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