Mrs Travis’ Garden


In the corner of the backyard
just beyond the rusty gate
within my neighbors garden
little worries dissipate

Along the honeysuckle pathes
where lazy poppies dream
where Morning Glories raise their heads
and Purple Martins sing

Memories rise of days long past
beneath the bowering pine
where old hurts are forgotten…
soothed away with Thyme

Here we share our laughter
amid the humming of the bees
and cast our cares into the wind…
on clover scented breeze

These flowers bloom, then die away
yet one blossom never fades
and that’s the friendship that was made
within my neighbors garden

–Laura Bailey 1995

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