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The Garden

by

Lydia Laurel

As I sit in this garden,
Looking, sad, at the weeds
I remember the time
When it throve from the seeds.
I remember when I
Was young and so small
I planted some seeds,
And watched them grow tall.
I watched as they pushed
Through the rich, black soil.
Finally they bloomed,
A reward for my toil.
When I sat with the roses,
I had garden tea parties.
All my friends and I
Sat and called the boys smarties.
I would sit with my dolls,
Picking sweet-smelling flowers.
I would sit on my bench
When the tears came in showers.
Once I passed through the gates,
Once inside the tall walls,
I could be by myself,
Ignoring all calls.
Mother knew I liked to
Be alone in my spot,
So she left me alone,
Bother me she did not.
That was all long ago,
Now I am old and weary.
The weeds cover the walls,
And make my place look dreary.
But I still love the memories
This silent place does hold.
I sit down on my bench,
That stone bench of old.

The Swing

by

Lydia Laurel

I swing high in the sky,
And I see the sun.
looking round, I see ground --
Boy, this swing is fun!
I feel air in my hair,
Rushing quickly by.
Wind flies past, whooshing fast!
I practically fly!

The Seaside

by

Lydia Laurel

Waves splash against the sandy shore,
Children search for shell and play.
I build a castle out of sand
On this sunny summer day.
Hear the laughter and the shouts,
While ocean hugs the sand.
I love this gorgeous little place
Where water meets the land.

The Rainbow

by

Lydia Laurel

A rainbow spread across the sky
With colors pleasant to the eye.
Red, orange, yellow, and blue,
Blue-violet and purple, too.
This beauty is not at all plain,
A lovely sight after the rain.
Watch it stretch across the sky,
With color gorgeous to the eye!

Forest Paradise

by

Lydia Laurel

She walked into the deep, dark forest,
Never wondering how she was to return.
She thought and thought and looked around her --
There were so many things she wanted to learn.

She wanted to see the greatly feared forest,
To see what people hated and feared.
She wanted to know why it was forbidden,
Forgetting those who had disappeared.

She saw in the distance a flicker of light,
Like a fire so small, and yet so bright.
She ran and she ran, so gleefully smiling,
Towards that small, comforting bit of light.

When she reached the light, she saw a place
Like a dream, standing there before her eyes
And she joined the lost ones when she learned
That they had stayed when they saw this paradise.

They had all preferred it to their homes,
For the town was small and poor,
While this place was rich and beautiful,
With great happiness galore!