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| Outside My Garden Door Tranquility, though small the piece may be Admidst the urban chaos, it is mine; A deed so states this is my property; My privacy is closely kept by pine, A fence that lets me view the clouds and sky And tips of houses, nothing more or less; A juniper is home for friends that fly; This is my favorite place, I must confess; Gazebos, tiny, hang upon each post Awaiting bright new flowers come the Spring The Season of the four I love the most; Rebirth begins and causes me to sing Reminding me that death is not the end But lends itself again to life anew It is a truth on which I can depend To part the clouds and bid the gloom adieu. For all life's clamor I have found the cure; It waits for me outside my garden door. Copyright, 2/27/2000, Denise Corbley Snyder |
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