Poetry<\/p>\n
I found something in the garden.
\nSitting on a bench soaking hot
\nDrenched in a sense of awe.
\nAfternoon light, bright beams
\nFiltered by strands of green
\nDifferent shades of green.
\nFine, dark and shrouded shadows
\nAll green, hanging, creeping,
\nLush in arrogant tresses.
\nWalled garden safe and silent
\nOnly the thrilling fountain
\nDrip feeding my thirst.
\nIt happened that day
\nI found something in the garden.<\/p>\n
(C)2013 Sheighle Birdthistle (The Toga and The Rose pg.11)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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