
aka - The most boring poem I've written thus far. Nonetheless, here it is!
Beside an old stone cottage
A graceful garden grows
All colors, shapes, and sizes
Bloom and climb row by row
Flowers tumble with English charm
Delicate blooms scent the air
Bluebells, poppies, snapdragons, more
This garden grows with love and care
Sunflowers track the midday sun
Soft tendrils stretch a pretty vine
Night blooming jasmine drapes a wall
At dawn the morning glories shine