My Imaginary Secret Garden


In my secret garden
Is where I find solace.
When I’m feeling sad and blue
It is my happy place

The roses are a cherry red
Filled with nectar sweet
Hummingbirds they hover
As they enjoy the treat.

I feel like I am in heaven
As I walk among the trees
Playing with the butterflies
And looking at the bees.

My bench is in a corner
Sometimes I sit and read
My imaginary secret garden
Is exactly what I need.

There’s never any snow or sleet
No storm of any kind
Too bad my utopia
Exists only in my mind.

The Author.  April 13.2013

Written for day 13 of the National Poetry Writing Month, using suggested prompt.


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