Terry D. Sutherland

THE GARDEN

Awarded: July 30, 2007In the dark rich soil of words
If you have the time
You can write a poem of birds
Or the story of human kind

Food for the soul words have grown
But food for the body there is none
In their furrow seeds are sewn
Nourished by rays of the sun

Using words that flow from a hand
That is sterile and benign
Won’t help anyone understand
What the writer has tried to divine

So in that fertile soil of prose
Use passion and feeling and pride
You can make a simple red rose
Live the life of Bonnie and Clyde