Sonnet

                   The Garden

      "A Gift For Ginger"  Part XI

I walked through the garden in early spring

And saw her face flushed to a rose.

The beautiful melody the robins sing

Is a stanza from this region they chose.

This place we walk in the morning dew

In sunshine or hazy days

And a place I chose to love you

In more than a million ways.

It means a lot in our garden spot our place with     flowering trees

To carefully not breach our love for each as we tread into the breeze.

This is my way on this beautiful day

To tell you how much I care

And as long as I live I will surely give

A love we eternally share.