Each summer after school let out
I’d travel far away
To spend two weeks at Granny’s house
oh how we both would play
My Granny had a secret place
She often shared with me
A garden that turned fantasy
Into reality
So magical and wonderful
my Grannie’s paradise
A garden that would come alive
and catch me by surprise
Each day it seemed the garden changed
new blossom’s would appear
My Granny would delight in this
sometimes I’d see a deer!
We’d walk along the garden trail
her stories came to life
Sometimes I saw the characters
they smiled as we walked by
Her heart was filled with melody
I loved to hold her hand
A gentle soul so full of love
I was her little man
All Rights Reserved Jon Arno 2012
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