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Friday, May 8, 2009

The Garden

From the depths of the earth
They rise again
At first you hardly notice
Then you see a stem
They reach higher every day
Thirsty for rain, hungry for sun
Waiting for the day they are done
When the color peaks they look the best
So we gaze at our garden
While we rest

By John Matsen
truewhisper.com

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