The girl in the garden

There are some bushes in the garden by the sill

That loyally beneath the window looms

Of the old house that stand by the hill

Of lilacs, roses and gladiolae blooms

The house is kissed by clouds that float by

& waters touching the feet rolling down the slopes

A smoking chimney sprewing warmth very high

Gardens bounded by bars and thick ropes

& there's a small girl who plays the yellow swings

The gardens' a backdrop of painted green.. Anew

With each swing the summer sings

How much beauty in her resembles you.

(written in 2002)