If I could make a garden
Planning it would need
For all the things of loveliness
I’d have to find a seed.


The first would be gentleness
To listen with its words
and then Compassion
Climbing up the old brick wall.

Intertwined with Peace
And a touch of Tenderness
Wisdom in abundance
But most of all love.

A gardener needs good tools
To **** and dig and prune
To take away the debris
Sweep with a clean broom.

When it comes to tools
The old ones are the best
Sharpened by experience
And cared for with love.

A garden must be accessible
For all that walk its ways
Giving to each and everyone
A pleasure that will stay.


Love Mary ***