The song of the birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in the garden,
Than anywhere else on earth.
All my troubles fade away
Sweet contentment here I find
Joy of heart and peace of mind
Give way to the pretty flowers of May
Gentle buds on fruit trees bloom
Bursting forth from winters gloom
JKS April 2012
In sunshine or in rain
Than a quaint old cottage
In a little English lane
White door cottage
The Gardeners Morning
The robins song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me,
Get up and get in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.
I cannot resist the summons,
For what earnest gardner could?
For the golden hours of morning,
Get into the gardners blood.
The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For lifes at it's best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.