Walking In The Garden

I walk down the garden path made of stone,
And take in the beauty, enjoying being alone.
I stop and smell the roses, inhaling their sweet scent,
And wonder to my self, if I have ever been this content
There are a few green trees in various places,
And think I want some of these flowers in my vases.
There are marigolds, tulips, geraniums, and daisies,
White, red, blue, yellow, and pink in different phases.
The grey clouds drifting above will soon drop their rain,
And give water to replenish these plants again.


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Word count: 93
Line count: 10

Stormy's poetry newsletter & contest  (ASR) poetry newsletter gift point contest #310188 by Stormy Lady

These are the rules:


1) You must use the words I give in a poem or prose with no limits on length.

2) The words can be in any order and anywhere throughout the poem and can be any form of the word.

3) All entries must be posted in your portfolio and you must post the link in this forum by
February 21, 2021.

4) The winner will get 3000 gift points and the poem will be displayed in this section of the newsletter the next time it is my turn to post (February 24, 2021)

The words are:

green roses scent white grey stone trees daisies