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that waste of land with boring grass upon.
I’d make a winding path through fruit and veg
midst flowers, arbor, pergola, pond and hedge.
Food for the body. Flowers for the soul.
A harvest to share would be my goal.
My Paradise on Earth would have no lawn.
(Shelley Wilson- Aug.25, 2019)

The Peony
lush blossom opens
a pink vortex draws me in
oneness bliss serene
The Rose
a white rose opens
the mind quiets and grows still
now I am the rose
The Tulip
tulips awaken
last year’s death now this year’s birth
I too am reborn
Shelley Wilson
July 1, 2012
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