Sunday, 4 September 2016

Her Place

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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