A
garden is a wonderous thing with all it's flowers in bloom;
A joy to all my senses, 'twill chase away my gloom.
I take a seed and nurture it, with love and tender care;
Await the flowers and fruits, I know it soon will bear.
Not thinking of tomorrow, I watch my garden grow;
And then I pause to ask myself, "What made it turn out so?"
I dig and
dig, my roots to bare, an answer is my quest;
I started as a GARDNER, I'm now, a Genealogist!
� Copyright 2001 by S. E. Frye
August 29, 2001 |
