Beauty In My Garden (Poem)

gardenmaiden

Am I lovely she ponders, tattered and torn.

Effortless beauty, so real this morn.

Gracing my garden, I sip coffee in awe.

How such a lovely lady so stoic, can be all that I saw.

She’s more lovely than roses, more peaceful than rain.

She’s the beauty in my garden, etched deep in my brain.

~ L. Davis

(For all the lovely women out there who, through scars, nicks and chips, prevail.)

#thepoetfarmer

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