Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Garden

A friend sent this to me recently from the archives. Something I wrote while a Junior in High School. 



The long leaves of the tropical trees, 
Reach down and touch 
the path that nobody sees. 
Rare and beautiful fruits 
are growing with pride 
And brilliant, wild flowers 
who have nothing to hide. 
 
A crack of dawn reaches down 
and sparkles on water clear, 
In a small bright pool 
formed by a stream passing near. 
Soft green fern and multi-colored plants 
Are found sitting next 
to mushrooms that dance. 

A beautiful garden that waits to be seen 
While it holds a feeling 
of being safe and serene. 

Ken Young Poetry Winner Prism Contest, Dixie High School 1975-76

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