The Garden Left In The Valley

From the ranges of hills,
from up above to down below
the thatched house wears the frills
of thin smoke rising slow.

The distance between me and the valley
could be a few miles as flies the crow.
From here I must find the path right down to my alley.
There in the backyard an empty space and a lot to grow.

Tiny filaments stocked with seeds,
and a tea rose waiting along the wall,
covered under a dense growth of weeds,
they are all waiting for me to come back and scale the wall.

Months have passed since I left them high and dry.
My heart is filled with the echo in the valley, of a child's desperate cry.


Thanks for the image +Douglas Smith

Originally shared by Douglas Smith