Poetry offerings from Cassie Clark
 

THE GARDEN


There are walls
Overflowing with vines
The doors are old
And sealed shut
There's a mysterious aura
Surrounding this place
I open the doors
To reveal a different world
I step through to see
A place of weeds and shrubs
Images start to probe my mind
Showing me what it used to be
Beautiful oaks, millions of flowers
And gorgeous flowing fountains
Pictures of people walking
On the stone paths
Men and women, boys and girls
Walking hand in hand in love
The images fade
And I see the garden
The way it was
And the way it's going to be.


 
The Island
The Painting
The Tree

 
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