by Susan Dillon

Created on: April 14, 2009

Spring Gardens Sleep Dead Tonight

The white picket fence

That once stood so tall

Now broken and chipped

And ready to fall

The sweet balmy breeze

Now a cold wind, stinging

The church steeple bells

Long ago stopped ringing

Cobwebs in the attic

Never cleared away

And the silk and lace dress

Now faded and gray

The blazing fire

That once burned bright

Now barely a spark

Lost in the night

Pricked by the thorn of the last red rose

That once brought such delight

Now all that's left is what could have been

Spring gardensSleep deadTonight

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