Darren's Garden of Eden
Follow the path
To those magical places
To those magical places
Dedicated to a great poet with an immense heart who has inspired many!
I have combined a few scenes, the gardens are real, the one just above, made for Darren, and in my backyard. The others very close by, I shall add updates, because as life, gardens change and grow!
Gardens grow, and Darren's garden will be no exception!
I TOLD THE SUN
I told the sun
who told the sky
who told the clouds
and made them cry
the rain drops told
a bumble bee
who told a rose
who told a tree
the tree then told
who told a bluebird
who told the stars
who told the moon
Now we all say
please get well soon
Hoping you feel better soon Darren
A poem by Chris Green
In one of her melodies of sundresses,
Heavenly Light erupts in full blaze,
well dressed in yellow, orange, and caramel.
The audience is passionately waiting
to bathe in her extraordinary performance,
of her golden rays.
With the evening coming to an end
creation cannot hold back with a standing ovation.
A poem by Eve Roper
The Overlooker of Twins
As the story was told
There was a village of old
By the sea, by the bogs and valleys yonder
The village is no more you see
Unless you go to visit the phantoms down under
This quaint old village was cursed in a way
All the births were girls, so they did say
Twins to each family, there was no other way
The twins were cute, as twins tend to be
However something was wrong, the tale you shall see
Twins seem to bond closely together
The suffering of one, well is the pain they all weather
In this village of multiple twins by the sea
One was hurt by the evil of a vindictive he
All would soon pay, this village soon ceasing to be
One by one, each and every night
An adult was missing, the village in fright
The twins exchanged their knowing smiles
The big ones be gone, soon, in a while
Death hung over the this village of lore
Elders were poisoned, knifed, cut at the throat
If the twins had rope then the elders no hope
They were dragged and buried near to the church
This graveyard hidden, from the good lord
Should he wish to search
The witch with her hut near the graveyards church
She saw the deeds and evil seeds of the old ones curse
She reveled in the triumph of the twins sinister victory
However perverse, the spell cast was predicted verse
For now the village lied quiet, crimes paid by the purse
The children roamed and played
Frolicking in their gleeful bounty
No chores, no bed times, no secrets at all
Pastries and wine, such was their fantastical time
Until, until….. the next village began to despair
The markets were empty of only one village lot
Where could they have gone, what could have begot?
They were shocked to find only twins in the playgrounds
All the houses were empty of life and humanity
Why the poor twins looked like pure raving insanity!
Where are your mothers, your fathers, your family?
Why they said, a ship sailed in and took all of them!
A captain by the name of Morgan, we did see and abhor
He took all the elders, as we hid by shore
He said they’d be back in a sailing or two
Now the inspector of the county was strongly stirred
If the children were hidden, well how had they heard?
Such discrepancies suspicious and even absurd
When he questioned the old witch at the edge of the town
She snickered, and said
O Arrr Pirates Ahoy?
Alas Captain Morgan was not Welsh, and indeed this makes sense, as anyone famous for Rum must indeed be Scottish, however the tale was said years ago. Although this story takes place in Wales, Its is all from my imagination, or more correctly from Captain Morgans!
All the graveyards photos here are indeed from Wales!
Oh the stories they could tell!
The Owl and the Crow
The hunter captured the owl
He brought her home to his castle
Inside a cell she was put
Away from the rain
The owl, never went hungry
The majestic avian had the greatest of comforts
Perched on a branch in a gilded cage
She could gaze at the starlit moon
One evening when the hunter warrior returned to his castle
The owl, asked
Why do keep me from my parliament?
Why do you imprison me here in this cage?
The brave knight, replied
I am sorry for the inconvenience wise one
Alas I am a buffoon who knows nothing of this world
You are a wise one from the black magical forest
You see, I wish from you
Here you can impart your wisdom upon me over time
Then I too can give guidance to my band of merry men
I wish you know harm
You shall have the greatest of comforts
I apologize for my rough and tumble methods
My heart being pure, I seek only your knowledge
The owl remained silent
For you see that is often the way of the wise ones
The knight therefore left to his contemplations
As was the owl left to hers
Great battles were later fought
Great fires ravaged the forests near
Great hunts resulted in feasts of wine and yore
The owl being wise, softly learned the Knights’ ways
After a fresh rain, a crow appeared on the window sill
Look, look at this silly imprisoned owl he cried
Nor are you brave nor are you free
As I the crow flies high-up in the sunlit skies
The crow came by daily to mock the owl
You silly stupid owl, in a cage
As I am free day and night to sore
You in that little cage can only snore
Again the owl choose the path of silence
The crow crowed and crooned
Mocking the predicament of the Owl
The Owl, even with no parliament became wiser still
One day, the crow landed on the windowsill
As he said to the owl, you still have not your freedom?
A very large Bengal tiger then leapt from the brush
The crow existed no more, the Tiger quite content with his meal
The owl, being silent, listened to the both life and death
She listened to the ancients; the winds and both sun and moon
You see on her capture, she was treated like a queen
She thus observed early on her cage was never locked
She who all thought was imprisoned
The Crow who thought he was free
Was imprisoned within his own mind
She saw the kindness of the knights’ eyes
He had not the heart of capture
He had the compassion of savior and protector
Knowing well hungry tigers prowled outside the castle walls
The owl simply grew in her wisdom and admiration
Knowing that kindness too can wear a mask
She now flies the path of the knights’ adventures
Giving solace to him, the kind one with a broken heart
The eye of the tiger, bloodthirsty and lean
Never to you shall bad deeds fall upon your soul
Until, like a jester, you dance to your own deceptions
Wisdom has no voice, no advocate of defense
She is carried by the winds
Upon those whose hearts wish to make her timeless
Loves embrace is often joyous and silent
Love Sleeps, Never Dies
An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire
Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He lived alone, inside his madness
Leave me be and go to hell
His favorite expressions
The phone rang one night late
This is the Court sir, your brother’s son and family
Have been in a terrible accident
Only your niece of four survived
When can you pick her up?
The old man was in a daze
What the hell was he being punished for now
Keeping care of a dam kid
What the bloody hell did he know about that?
"Well sir, we will be expecting you tomorrow, 9am prompt please"
Walking back to his flat, with a 4 year old girl in tow
Well the neighbors gawked to say the least
The poor little girl, tears and teddy, trying to keep up with grumpy
Once inside his flat, he looked at her with disdain
Said "Guess you be expecting some food or some such"
She nodded, as sad as she was, she was indeed hungry
He showed her the cupboard and fridge, milk and cereal in there
Help yourself, and wash the dam dishes afterwards
Don’t got no extra bed, so you sleep here on the couch
She nodded silently, thinking the world truly must have ended
Days, turned into weeks, turned into months
This little girl complained not once
All she could think of was her pain
Mummy and daddy were in heaven where ever that was
Why they left her was truly confusing
Friday was her birthday
She was sad and missing her family
Getting ready, she went to the cupboard for dinner
The old man said what the hell you doing that for?
She shivered in fear, he was always so so so mad
She apologies, sorry uncle Pete
He replied you sit your self down right there
And you be quiet you here?
Then the lights all of sudden went out
Bright tiny candles burned in the night
The old man, said, is your birthday after all
Hope you don’t mind these little cupcakes I got us here
She looked at him with new eyes
He turned, not quite smiling, no miracles just yet
They ate in silence after which, he said good night and happy birthday
The next morning even they really never talked
Other than who does what chores
Or how expensive she was to care for
She asked out of the blue
"Uncle, why do angels have wings?"
In his usual grumpy way, he replied
"So they get the hell away from us as fast as they can is why
This world is no place for happiness or angels get used to that"
She was taken back by his bitterness, still………
She replied, “but I dream on them looking over me uncle"
Well he looked at her, and somewhat softly and with unusual kindness
He answered her "that’s because you are one of them, a sweet little angel"
She ran into his arms and gave him a big hug
This was a very good thing.
For then she could not see the single tear the dropped to the floor
He actually hugged her back and with all of his heart
That day, a day for most people that was a normal day
Was for him and his little charge, a miracle
A small loving child, held that secret key
To opening an old mans heart