My Dad enjoyed gardening and working in the yard. And the apple didn’t fall far from the tree for my brother and sister and me. While at my brother house, I noticed a framed poem my father had written many years ago. Seeing his thoughtful poem that day moved me to write a gardening poem as well. I'm thankful to God for my Dad’s influence on me.
At the heart of his garden lay
A father’s poem wood-framed in gray
Praising how the Gardener’s touch
Colors plants and makes things lush
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When we view things made by man
We look with gladness, cheer or stand
But when we see things made of God
Like trees and blooms and rich sod
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We know that only God can claim
The life in this sweet garden’s frame
Crafted from the Maker’s hand
Behold His face, this wonderland.
WGS June 2024
