through the arbor...source
Behind dark, twining ivy, On an old, Victorian wall,
Where moths and small flies flutter, And spiders weave and crawl,
There's a rusty lock that's hidden, In a peeling, old oak door –
They who find the key are bidden, To unlock a treasure store,
For behind those creaky hinges, Lies a garden of delights,
Only known to special people who appreciate such sights.
...Seek the door, unlock its treasures, for it's there for everyone
In that special, secret garden, Where the love goes on and on.
- taken from a poem by M. NASH -
A Secret Garden
If there were a secret garden,
What would it comprise?
Fragrant flowers, a babbling brook, butterflies?
Dragonflies, birds, and bees, there would be all of these.
But most of all, within ‘that place’,
Tranquil peace and serenity await;
Ever there for me and you to relax and renew.
So every morning before you start,
Visit the ‘secret garden’ of your heart.
By Linda Wall Hall