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Here I stand tall, wearing the latest fashions,

waiting for granny’s call, in her garden of passion’s…

Those days in the garden, when spring was everywhere,

with tools we were laden, to lay the ground bare…

The air was crisp and cool, flushed my cheek’s red,

and with our working tools, we built garden beds…

We sowed little seeds, carefully in the ground,

the soil was clear of weeds, we planted on little mounds…

Rows were short or long, others shallow or deep,

sometimes we’d sing songs, soon I was ready for sleep…

Of tender age was I, my hands were in a state,

covered in dirt and dry, planting from morn till late…

Granny showed me how, to plant a beautiful garden,

I remember her even now, calling it her little eden…

It seemed like yesterday, with granny I worked and played,

life is never the same, when spring comes again…

To be back there once more, when I was only four,

it would be heaven, in granny’s little garden………..end