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MY SECRET GARDEN
I go into my secret garden
To dream and hope and pray;
The beauty of flowers found there
Almost takes my breath away.
The roses bloom profusely
All attended by busy bees;
The fragrance is so sweet
Spanish moss clings to trees.
I sit quietly on a bench
Around me the nature sounds;
I lean back and close my eyes
While such peace abounds.
God must have designed this place
Surely it is so close...
WILLARD JACKSON
September 23, 2008