In my garden, all in rows
The buds of Friendship grow.
Sweet and special as can be,
Always there, just for me.

Variety in abundance,
All shapes, sizes and fun.
Planted there with love,
Embellished from above.

From sea to sea,
They planted a seed
It grows each day they share
The gift that shows care.

A brief hello sometimes
Another day, a few more lines.
Greetings from one and all,
Precious, no matter how small.

A lifeline is growing strong,
A feeling that you belong.
How precious and unique,
The words that always speak.

From hearts without a face
And yet you seem to trace
The beauty of them all,
Standing true and tall.

A garden unlike any other
The plants are sister and brother.
Grown with the Master's design,
Buds of Friendship, yours and mine.

© June 2005 Shirley Barr
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