To Garden Paths

To Garden Paths

I walked along and found a path

Not without rocks and curved hills turns

A road that leads me through the flowers

Through toil and storm

Through midnight hours

I watched two madman shovel strong

To cause a hole to bury its song

For what? I asked to do such wrong

When garden paths flow

Where we belong.

 

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