Her gardenA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words Her garden I loved her from a-far, she was a true beauty. She loved working in her garden and she loved her roses and her natural herbs. We would talk of Dryden, Donne and Ben Jonson. She told me often, "my garden is like my children, Always needing fresh water and concern. We must adore the days of the blooming flowers and the laughter of our children. I believe she knew I adored her. We allowed our words and our friendship to expand. I became part of her garden. Johnnie/Coyote
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Added on March 30, 2018Last Updated on March 30, 2018 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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