Thursday, July 25, 2013

My Overgrown Garden, by Ruby Jay


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.

             

1 comment:

  1. In my garden of friends
    there are many special gems
    But none quite like Ruby
    with her evocative po-ems.

    Well done, Rubes. Keep writing.xx

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