When I catch you <br />(says the mother to her son) <br /> <br />You won't catch me <br />(says my lover to me) <br /> <br />(I've locked the garden, <br />I've hid the key) <br /> <br />Give it to me <br />(says my love to me) <br /> <br />I caught you! <br />(laughs the mother to her son) <br /> <br />You in crimson grab my arm, <br />bite my hand for the key.<br /><br />Marcus Smith Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-garden-20/
