The Garden in my Mind

I do not own my home

My home is shared by many

No peace, no quiet, no time alone

And pinching every penny

But in my dreams I see a place

In which I can reflect

A quiet, tranquil, restful space

Trees guard its borders tall, erect

The vines creep sweetly over

walls both high and low

And blossoms each take turn and cover

My fragrant blooming meadow

And when I wake I find that I

May miss my cherished retreat

But I can face a brand new sky

And feel joy as we meet