The Gazebo
September 30th, 2006
I cannot dwell behind stone walls

or in the silent cell

but here in the garden I have found

a space, a green surround

a rose encircled gazebo

bound by a bench where friends may sit and gossip for a while

or where a friendly winter jay may chatter

or the red squirrel come to tell his tale, or beg some crumb

of wisdom from the tray

Please drop in, I find no pain

in being interrupted

Good morning, dear, I am Grandma here

by Cronelogical

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