Our Garden

Coffee Mugg

Working in our garden,
The tiller so loud,
It is the season,
And the rows are plowed.

As the soil is turned,
So are my thoughts,
Thoughts of you are churned.
The noise is naught.

Just the sound of my heart beating,
Longing for you by my side.
Planting our garden, seeding,
With plants and veggie's with pride.

And with our love,
A love that grows stronger,
As if made from above,
With each passing day,

It is you that I love.

Published by Coffee Mugg

I am a 60 year old male, born and raised in Alabama. Have been in construction most of adult life, and had lived in Orlando Fl for over 30 years. Have now come back to Alabama. Could be considered an expert...  View profile

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  • Linda Ann Nickerson2/15/2008

    Very sweet.!

  • Lori Piper2/13/2008

    this made me smile... great job, I enjoyed

  • Elizabeth2/13/2008

    What a lovely garden Ken ...and she is by your side

  • Lisa Renee.2/13/2008

    One day you will find someone...great poem.

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