My Special Place

Into the dark wandering path I go,
Cold bricked walls gently guide me.

Creaking and cracking of trees,
Bizzing and buzzing of bees
Bid welcome to this place for me.

Hands reached out to explore,
Curly, prickly, soft and tickly,
Aromas released – bouquet garni’?
In this garden planted for me.

Chirp, coo, sing, chatter
A mockingbird performs in key,
Children laughing, clapping, clomping
In this sanctuary sculpted for me.

Wisps and wafts, Herbs de Provence
No sympathy – really….
I take time to smell the roses…
In this niwa mastered for me.

Cold, hard, stone, curves, pointed, jagged,
What on earth could it be?
Turtle, rabbit – I don’t know.
But it was placed here just for me…

Butterflies fly fluttering by,
Tastes of nectar – milkweed or buckeye?
Gentle breezes of lilacs – sachets – peonies,
I love this place flourishing for me.

A bench nearby to sit and wonder,
One word describes – heavenly.
And to the hands that created
This paradise dedicated to me…
That I cannot see.

My Special Place

blonde4u

Mansfield, United States

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Artist's Description

This poem was inspired by my recent visit to San Antonio Botanical Gardens
And a walk with my daughter, Christa, through “The Garden for the Blind.”
April 26, 2008
Debi George

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