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IN OUR SMALL GARDEN.
A cluster of forget-me-nots grew healthy and tall,
I was told they were weeds, didn’t belong at all,
They brighten up the back yard with eyes of blue,
They are next to the lavender, almost blooming too.
The Bleeding Heart graces in beauty the side wall,
Yes, our garden is rather pretty even if quite small.
The tomatoes loved the rain that fell all weekend,
Although the lettuce is wet on sun that does depend,
But considering we have little time to tend and weed
I think there is an angel that sees to our garden’s need.
Maybe it’s the forget-me-nots who care when we’re away,
So even if they are a weed in our garden they will stay.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 26 May 2004
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