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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY GARDEN, by MARION SCOTT
First Line: Four walls surround my garden
Last Line: And the frigate bee curls his scented wings in sleep.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening
First Line: Four walls surround my garden
Last Line: And the frigate bee curls his scented wings in sleep.
Subject(s): Gardens & Gardening
Four walls surround my garden,
Walls built of mud, sun-baked, wind-dried.
They grow upward like flowers, out of the soil,
They bloom in tawny beauty, fragrant of earth.
Sun fills the well of my walled garden,
Golden water, delicately stirred with shadows.
A stout, fumbling bee explores my roses,
A clumsy frigate, laden with dusty gold.
Blue shadows drift into my garden at sunset.
They cluster, whispering beneath my tawny walls --
They lie like dreams across my sleeping roses,
And the frigate bee curls his scented wings in sleep.
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