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A CROOKED GARDEN PATH
� Marilyn ([email protected])
Vibrant helmets, bearded faces,
Waving tendrils of chartreuse and green.
Spikes of majesty, trumpets and laces,
Pastel clusters enhance the scene.
Droplets of dew bead the petals of roses,
The fragrance of mock-orange scents the air.
A hummingbird sips from red and pink bea-balm,
Jenny Wren brings twigs from I know not where.
Hostas growing in moist dark soil,
Resemble umbrellas turned upside down.
A Chickadee flies in for an afternoon bath,
And here I stand, watching and admiring,
Observing it all from a crooked dirt path.
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