Caretaker And The Garden
By SHANTHA TELDENIYA
Caretaker, Caretaker
Without your caring,
The flowers aren’t blooming,
And the treetops are bending.
No more birds, and no buzzing bees,
Have they fled with the drought,
carried by breeze?
The flowerbeds dried up,
Untouched by watering cup.
No more green grass
The ground lies bare and wept.
Flower buds have dropped,
With no care, they’ve slept.
Bushes are covered
In dust and debris,
No loving hands
To tend tenderly.
No gentle watering,
No kind caring,
Without our dear caretaker,
Who’ll guard the garden, daring?
Dear Saint dwelling
In Eden so fair,
Please send a caretaker
Who loves flowers with care.
Shantha Teldeniya
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Shantha Teldeniya (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A lovely poem that tells its story in good rhyme and meter. It is almost musical in a way that brings back memories of childhood songs in rhyme. Well done
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