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The Old
Urn
Written for my friend Nita
Hansen
who has kindly allowed me to
use
these lovely
photographs
The old urn lay
disused,
moss clung closely to its
base,
the garden once a magic
place
appeared overgrown and dense.
Today another tends the
flowers
and tranquillity
returns,
no discord spoils the
harmony,
each section planned with
gentleness
by one who clearly
cares,
for love walks in this
garden
where again rare beauty
thrives.
As the evening sun sinks
low,
memories echo from the
past
of young lovers who walked
near the stream
where children played and
laughed.
-© J.M. Lewis August 2001-  Music playing is 'You've got a friend' If you enjoy your visit please
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