The Gardener

My Dad enjoyed gardening and working in the yard. And the apple didn’t fall far from the tree for my brother and sister and me. While at my brother house, I noticed a framed poem my father had written many years ago. Seeing his thoughtful poem that day moved me to write a gardening poem as well. I'm thankful to God for my Dad’s influence on me.

At the heart of his garden lay

A father’s poem wood-framed in gray

Praising how the Gardener’s touch

Colors plants and makes things lush

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When we view things made by man

We look with gladness, cheer or stand

But when we see things made of God

Like trees and blooms and rich sod

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We know that only God can claim

The life in this sweet garden’s frame

Crafted from the Maker’s hand

Behold His face, this wonderland.

WGS June 2024