Look not at wilted garden were <br /> roses and gardenias once grew- <br /> that infurtle place were fresh <br /> firm fruits once flowed and <br />unmarked cherries hung untouched. <br /> <br />Now take a look at your golden crop <br />ripen to pick and happy as a lark <br />singing and dancing all the sun long; <br />with all this time we can play. <br />A wish race through mind... <br />will you pick me? <br /> <br />Almedia S. Knight ASK <br /> <br />May 3,2008<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-i-ask-you-to-pick-me/
