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My Grandfather, The Gardener


My grandfather, the gardener
Toils most of the day away,
He stands back smiling
At his beautiful display.

Hummingbirds flutter around
Tall tiger lilies,
Bumblebees suckle nectar from roses
The grandchildren act so silly.

Flowers of all kinds
Grow in my grandfather's garden,
He wipes the sweat from his brow
Whistles, as he picks a rose, for his woman.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.7/2006

My grandfather, was a well known gardener at the Algonquin Hotel in St. Andrews, New Brunswick, Canada, as well as his own gardens at home. He retired. The gardens at his home, had to be left unattended after a while, as he suffered a few silent heart attacks. I miss my grandfather's gardens.

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