DOWN THE GARDEN PATH

Down the garden path I walk

In amongst the flowers,

Daffodils and hollyhocks

with which I spend the hours;

I pull some weeds and smell perfume

of roses in my bower,

I gladly greet the irises,

my very favorite flower;

I smile to see some ladybugs

light amongst the leaves

and wonder at the rustling

of wind within the trees;

It is my place to go and pray

and though perhaps you laugh,

I find it holy, where I walk,

Down the garden path.

 

Sandra Lee Smith

Originally posted June 13, 2009

Updated August 1, 2018

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