I’d like to have

A secret garden

Behind a high stone wall

With a gate

That needs a key

That I can keep in my pocket

Or around my neck on a chain

 

I’d like a place

To meditate or

To swing on a garden swing

And kick my feet out over the air

And tuck them back under again

 

I’d like to grow roses

Along the wall

Red and white and pink

So their sweet aroma will fill the air

As I sit on my chaise and think

 

I’d like time that is all my own

And a blue sky with just a few clouds

Hours to fill with my own free will

Behind my garden wall

 

 

By Diane E. Dockum

©April 12, 2017