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MY GARDEN by Mary L. Westcott

This poem arose out of a book I read…

It is a book that was channeled by a deceased medium. Although he also discussed methods of transportation and learning in the afterlife, his descriptions of the gardens and surroundings of heaven were so wondrous to me that I decided to write about what I would like in my own corner of Home. I usually don’t write in rhyme, but this poem seemed to lend itself to it. 
Waiting by Charles W. White

My Garden
by Mary L. Westcott

My heavenly garden would have roses,
carefully arranged in colorful poses,
with butterfly bushes, no cattails or rushes,
because my garden would be luscious!

Verdant as rolling hills of Virginia,
full of chrysanthemums and zinnias,
where butterflies would alight and eat,
the nectar would be so sweet.

I’d have magnolias with large white flowers,
atop hills, by brooks and bowers,
I’d stop at my everlasting fountain-
its lovely view of the Shenandoah Mountains.

Oak and willow would weep leaves in fall,
I wouldn't have to rake at all.
I’ll stop at my meditation bench,
just breathe in deeply, retrench,
marvel at God’s wonders every day.
by Vicente Romero Redondo


Mary L. Westcott has been writing poetry for more than 25 years. She received an MA in Writing from Johns Hopkins University in 2010.In addition, she holds a doctorate from the University of Maryland in Sociology.  She has been published in more than 55 literary journals. She has published 6 books of poetry, including the latest from Balboa Press, called Fluttering on Earth, a poetic memoir with a spiritual message. Click here to see her books. Mary draws inspiration from nature and has begun writing more spiritual poetry in the last few years.. She retired from the National Institutes of Health, and lives in Central Florida with her two rescue cats, Rocky Rio and Didi. You may find out more about Mary on her website here or connect with her on Facebook here. 




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