The Secret Garden

The secret garden beckons me
The gate inside the wall
I go in moonlight all alone
Where ghostly shadows fall

The silver moon shines just for me
The flowers a deathly white
I hear a rustle in the trees
I turn with startling fright

And then I see way high above
An owl who stares at me
Hes keeping guard there up on high
In the lovely apple tree

I then sit down upon the seat
We put there long ago
If I could turn the clock back now
To the days we used to know

I feel the heat of a summers day
When we worked and planted all through May
That summer we had laughed and sang
As church bells for our wedding rang

Then on the day you went away
Dreams faded and I could not stay
I was left to face life on my own
My heart had almost turned to stone

Now here I am after many years
I sit and think through all my tears
I wonder now what might have been
As I slowly rise and leave the scene



Brenda S. Warhurst



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