She tends her garden matchless
style
As though a polished
priceless gem
A proud display of parent
joy
Each blade of grass each
flower stem
Lighthearted blush of fragrance
Her naked dancing feet
caressed
Arcs of living brush
strokes
Ever captured and
possessed
Knolls of water-coloured stories
Chanting natures fervent
hopes
To flourish sweet in
lavishness
Steering eyes on gentle
slopes
Poem only © Clifford Letts
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