4 september 2011

~Sunday Poem

Walter Palmer

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The Gardener's Morning



The robin's song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me.
Get up and get out in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.

I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could?
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener's blood.

The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.


- by Howard Dolf

Art by Walter Palmer

3 opmerkingen:

Hermes zei

Happy Sunday. Lovely post.

Juju at Tales of Whimsy.com zei

Love it.

Ann zei

Oh yes, lovely poem and I just wish I could spend morning hours in the garden more often.