A long time ago in a faraway land
lived a gentle, old woman with a
garden quite grand.
She went out each morning with a
smile on her face admiring with
wonder her garden's quiet grace.
Everyone told her they loved her garden best.
She was just happy to sit down and rest
after weeding and planting and talking with guests.
The happiest moments, she felt in
her heart, were the times she
spent quietly growing her art.
Lisa McIntosh
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