A Child's Garden
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Barry Middleton
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I think I was just ten or twelve,
and more like ten I'd say.
The past is always hard to delve;
some memories drift away.
But when somebody throws a switch,
it all comes back to me.
Although there always is a hitch,
a lesson I might see.
My garden plot was very small,
but I had worked it well.
It fed the family one and all,
but gave no crop to sell.
My garden was like poetry,
that only reached a few;
and like a prayer not just for me,
but maybe also you.
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