Listen

Listen

to the echoes of long, long ago..

the echoes of those who imagined, planned

and built

the garden.

Do you hear their footsteps

across wooded acreage?

Do you hear their pencils

as they sketch

and shape the vision?

Do you hear axes chop,

trees fall,

shovels dig or

stone pile on stone?

Listen

to the echoes of long ago...

the echoes of those who walked, planted

and played in

the garden.

Do you hear their footsteps

across pebbled paths?

Do you hear the scurrying

and laughter of 

frolicking children?

Do you hear the

sweet nothings of young lovers

float across the evening breeze?

Listen

to the quiet of yesterday...

the quiet of my

wandering mind.

The quiet of a sunlit, June day.

A quiet that

welcomes the echoes,

dismisses the worries

and 

dances to the rhythm of

chirping birds.

Joining Kim for
Little Things Thursday
and
Mama Kat for her
Writer's Workshop