I Have this Garden of Poems








full of flowers that bloom
at first
and then carried away with my greenthumb
i planted everything
trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos
and vines and hanging plants

almost everything
and so the blooming flowers died
and the grasses diminishing like some
hair of this baldness

but nothing is lost in this garden of poems
the birds came and built their nests
some are still coming
every morning
and then the chirping begins





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Forever Young


Why are you sad?
They just buried my best friend
Don't be sad
You will always remember him
As your best friend
He will never grow to hate you
Nor you to hate him
He will be forever young
Your time will come
Then they will bury you



Allan James Saywell


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