I decided this summer,
As I watched my Flag wave,
I’d save which was once lost,
In my own small way.
With renewed hope and delight,
Plans were laid out,
As I dreamed through the night.
In the cool of the morning,
My work would begin,
Planting and digging were gardens had been.
With the sweat of my brow on 90 degree days,
I’d press through the heat wiping my face.
The moisture of salt mixed with my tears,
Remembering the former beauty of my garden’s earlier years.
Day after day,
Going back out at first light.
I’d press to restore her,
It only seem right.
In her kindness and sweet morning refrain,
She draws me to her moist soil,
As my Flag bravely waves.
“And now, Lord,
what do I wait for?
My hope is in You.”
Psalm 39:7 NKJV
Alfred Austin was an English Poet Laureate in 1896.
Born May 30, 1835-Died June 2, 1913.
Poem and photographs by denisebalogc2021