Member Poem

Come and find me in this garden;
  I know not where the hours go.
Palm fronds brush against my cheek –
  Lone toadstool, blush of mallow.

They say this is the Garden of Eden –
  Rocks of lichen, red yucca.
But I think this is probably heaven –
  Birds-of-paradise and vinca.

You will find here a green shelter;
  Shade fills the inner sanctuary.
Canaries whistle o'er yonder –
  Dew drops on a banana leaf.

Let's be as kids like we once were;
  Take my hand, let's go find its end.
Make a wish on a four-leaf clover –
  White passion vine, black-eyed Susan.

Heaven can wait if we persevere.
  Let my bosom be your headrest.
Morning glories open to the day;
  Sure feels like we're heaven-blessed.