In my overgrown garden,
There are bugs and slugs,
There are worms that squirm,
Beetles that speetle
And birds that have heard
The coming of Autumn
In the tangled garden,
There are chives that thrive,
There are vines that twine,
Beans that lean
And flowers that shower
As Summer ends.
In my garden of friends
ReplyDeletethere are many special gems
But none quite like Ruby
with her evocative po-ems.
Well done, Rubes. Keep writing.xx