I will walk in the woods where repose <br />the sycamore trees with purple tinged leaves <br />and the stream which is flowing gently with ease, <br />where I again find that soft mossy pathway <br />which leads to the house with the garden of roses. <br /> <br />And when I arrive, still carrying my cares <br />I will look on the brambles which are all growing there <br />with the fragrance of roses now filling the air, <br />one day I will knock on the door <br />and ask if I might walk in that garden of Yours.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-in-the-woods/
