Our garden is a tapestry
Of fragile, fay pastels
Woven on a giant loom
Where the rainbow fairy dwells.
Our garden is a bright, hooked rug
Spread out beneath the sky
Where lovely blossoms nod their heads
To let the breeze sail by.
Our garden is a patchwork quilt
Of lavender and blue
With appliqued forget-me-nots
That make a dream come true.
The third in a series of the great-grandma’s poems.