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"Secret Garden" 20 January 2021

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to school and then:

On the way to pick-up
They cried
cracking, drying out
abandoned
parched
dying.

Returning home,
Pausing
And considering
alongside her son,
and the other school children;
Mounting and conquering
The tossed aside.
Declaring among the children
In the sandlot, 
Near the fence:
"Found! Trees!"

Becoming Mary
Hoping for green
and life
and growth.

Potential garden
Overlooked. 
Found.
Rubbish
and sand.

Mary lifted them, 
One sandpaper trunk
in each hand.
Soil trailing
Roots perpendicular
Determined peaceful feet
Traveling
Light-hearted,
home
amongst the children.
Forgetting how to clap their hands
Yellow leaves clinging,
Crying.
Green hoping.

Mary, Dickon, and Colin
Valuing
Loving
Giving
Believing
Replanting
Awaiting
Tending
Pruning
Redeeming
Green rising.




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