My Garden Poem
by Concetta AbrahamEarly in the morning is my favorite time to be in my garden. As I pick the sweet chard, I can hear the birds singing. I can smell the flowers, and my spices like rosemary and basil. I see yellow flowers, blue baby's-breath and forget-me-nots. I have red and pink roses. Later on in the year I can eat my fresh tomatoes. I can smell lemon too!
