My Garden Poem by Thomas Edward Brown
My Garden
A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!
Rose plot,
Fringed pool,
Ferned grot--
The veriest school
Of peace; and yet the fool
Contends that God is not--
Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool?
Nay, but I have a sign;
'Tis very sure God walks in mine.
Science offers so many reasons that God is not. Sometime you just have to stop and look. How can He not be?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 8:30:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
yet the fool Contends that God is not- Not God! in gardens! when the eve is cool? Nay, but I have a sign; God walks in mine. i am sure. a fine poem. tony