'My Garden' Poem by Nicole Hanes
'My Garden'
Oh how, oh how,
Does your garden grow?
You ask, you ask,
You need to know!
I'll tell you how
My garden grows.
It grows from my mind
And speaks through my toes.
My mind grows weaak
My arm grows wary
My heart grows painfully
So, my eyes get teary
My garden grows in many ways
Even though lately, it feels the same
Tall or small
It grows alone
That is how my garden grows
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