My Sisters Garden
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Have you seen my sister's garden?
It really is a treat.
There's Fruit and Veg and Flowers,
all laid out right neat.
There's a Buddlia with Butterflies,
and Roses with perfume.
Pots and tubs and hanging baskets,
she's loads and loads of room.
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She's got Blackberries, Plums and Apples,
and Tomatoes by the score.
Cabbages, Sprouts and Marrows,
loads of 'em what's more,
Rhododendron and Hydrangea,
Lavataria, with flowers bold,
Geranium, Pansy, Petunia,
and of course French Marigold.
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She's gone and laid a patio,
and built a little wall.
But the part that I like best.
is the pond with waterfall,
The sound that water makes,
as it trickles down every drop,
I could sit here for hours and hours,
if only time would stop
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I watched the little birdie,
preening with it's beak,
Then jumping in the water,
a proper bath to seek.
And as I said before,
I could stop and look all day.
But the train leaves here at 6.53,
So I must be on my way.
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But it's not just the garden,
that I've really come to see.
I'm visiting my sister,
and of course her family.
So what makes this garden special?
Others folks might say,
Well it's My Sister's Garden,
I could stay here all the day.
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Now I'm reminded of a garden,
in a place never far away,
Where a woman wept and wept,
with sorrow and dismay.
But a gentle voice called to her,
though at first she could not tell,
She thought it was the gardener,
who kept the garden well.
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"Mary", the master called her,
when He called her name she knew,
Who the speaker was,
His light came shining through.
So when the master calls,
though you've listened for a while.
Let Him wipe away your tears,
and replace them with a smile.
Copyright Jack Brown © 1999