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Garden Memories

By John I. Blair

Gazing through my garden window
At the jungle that has grown
Where once stood beds of peonies
And irises,

I sigh to think
Of all the hours gone
Since first we started
Planting here.

Years ago it seems now,
Dreams were boundless,
Fancies free to fly,
Ambition knew no end.

Now that’s memories.
But memories are powerful;
They still bring happiness
Into my heart

And hope that what once was
Might grow again
If only at the hands
Of someone new.

©4/1/2025 John I. Blair


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