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Rebecca Rocker
Poems
Apr 2017
At the Bottom of my Garden
At the bottom of my garden,
There's a tree that stands alone,
It shelters me from stormy skies
And every year it's grown.
Beneath the lonely tree,
There's a sturdy wooden chair,
I sometimes sit and sing my fears
To a sky that doesn't care.
Beside the sturdy bench,
There's a fountain flowing free,
The water seems to know the rage
That overflows in me.
Opposite the fountain,
There's a creaky little shed,
I locked my pain away in there
In the hope I would forget.
At the bottom of my garden,
There's a world that no one sees,
I go there to find solace
And dream my wildest dreams.
Written by
Rebecca Rocker
Swindon
(Swindon)
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