Secret Garden
I love my secret Garden,
Its mine and mine alone.
I know it was a secret,
But for this I will atone.
It has a pretty gateway,
With roses that adorn,
I know that if I touch them,
I am sure to get a thorn.
In the middle of the gateway,
Is a spider, web and all.
A busy, busy spider catching
bugs up through the fall.
The ground is full of flowers,
All kinds of colors and scents.
The whole thing is surrounded
by a little white picket fence.
I love my secret garden,
And I now know I don't dare,
To let you try and find the spot,
I am sorry, I don't care.
Its hard to hide a secret ,
From a person who I find,
Is smart enough to know,
that it was all inside my mind.
By Vera Leonczyk
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