Secret Garden Poem by jeff barth

Secret Garden



There are sirens in my forrest shrieking and pressing against the peaceful leaves and branches that hold up the night sky.

The giant oaks sigh as sleep slips away from them hiding in the porch light as shadows on my neighbors lawn.

The firs that stand up like statues bookending our yard, swaying with fatique and wish for thier dreams of a giggling mountain brook that could sing them to sleep.

A marble bag full of stars and a thin slice of moon climb upon a saucer size piece of sky above the peak of our cottage roof.

They give the all clear as the forrest sings its familiar song that sends the trees back to thier slumber

and I close and lock the backdoor and turn the porch light off wishing our secret garden a quiet rest.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hebert Logerie Sr. 28 June 2009

This is a beautiful poem, however, you must correct your grammatical mistakes.

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