FROM MY WINDOWS

FROM MY WINDOW

Looking from my windows

I see beauty all around;

The colour of the autumn leaves,

The frost upon the ground.

The smiles upon the faces

Of my family when we meet,

A cheery wave from a neighbour

As I venture down the Street.

The children as they play and frolic

Their faces flushed by cold,

A neighbour whose steps are faltering

Because they are growing old.

A baby quietly sleeping

Safe and loved and warm.

A parent’s gentle caring

Keeping them from harm.

The tiny specks of green

As spring flowers break through,

Roses needing pruning –

Something else to do.

A cat asleep in a pot plant

Relishing the winter sun,

A pathway needing sweeping

When will that be done?

Dust upon a dresser,

A book upon a chair,

A desk in need of tidying

To show some sign of care.

I see so very much from my windows

And it should bring you no surprise,

That the windows I speak of

Are the windows of my soul – my eyes.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2009

THE GARDEN GATE

THE GARDEN GATE

The gate is always open

Come through it with me

Let's find a special place

Where we can really be free.

Let's put aside our troubles

And the fear of beginning to trust

Take my hand and come with me

On a journey which is a must.

Through that gate of friendship

We will find such very special things

The joy of love and laughter

And a heart that really sings.

We will find warmth and comfort

And arms that hold us near

Shelter from the storms of life

And we will hold no fear.

This is a special garden

And acceptance will be found,

Abundant tears we will shed

From hearts strong and sound.

Tender smiles from eyes of blue

A dimple on a cheek

A tendril of hair gently brushed aside

Such kindness we will seek.


We'll watch the mists of evening gather
And be wrapped in their care
We will see the birds settle ~
Silence everywhere.
The gentle brook will babble
As it goes on it's merry way
A special place to visit
A place we'll want to stay.

The garden is our very own

And tended with love and care

Flowers of friendship blossoming ~

Fragrance everywhere.

We will watch the seasons come and go

Take courage and strength from it all

A special place of joy and hope

Behind the garden wall.

© Linda J. Vaughan

16th. April 2012

GIFT OF LIFE GARDEN

GIFT OF LIFE GARDEN

I sat today in a garden

That is filled with many trees

It was a hot and steamy morning

With barely a gentle breeze.

Many other people had gathered

To pause, give thanks and reflect

To celebrate the gift of life

With dignity and great respect.

Families had gathered there

To quietly set time aside

There was warmth and friendship

And emotions they could not hide.

A donor family member spoke and shared

Her story of pain and grief;

A grateful recipient shared his story

Of gladness and great relief.

A rose was planted there today

For all the world to view

A tribute to those who cared and gave

This rose is named  "Thank You."

It is a sincere tribute to donors everywhere

Whose gift gives a second chance

For those who receive to live and love

To play and run and dance.

This garden's in a busy part of town

With a flight path overhead

Buses, people, trams and cars

All noisy as they swiftly sped.

It touched my heart to be there

And in spite of this world's troubles

Little children were quietly playing

And chasing pretty bubbles.

I thought of my donor

The man who gave me life,

I thought today of his family

I gave thanks for his special wife.

I remember him each and every day

And I quietly wiped a tear

Without this wonderful gift of life

I most certainly would not be here.

It's the perfect spot for this garden ~

A garden so beautifully placed

Gift of Life Garden it's name

A cherished and special place.

The noise and the hustle and bustle

Of the city's daily strife

Go on around this garden

And we celebrate the gift of LIFE.

© Linda J. Vaughan

19th. February 2012

I am constantly moved by the position of this Garden - it is right in the middle of life and that's what Organ and Tissue donation is all about.

STORY TIME IN THE FAIRY GARDEN

STORY TIME IN THE GARDEN

At evening in the Fairy Garden

When the sun has gone to bed

The little fairies gather

For a story to  be read.

They like to hear about the things

The olders Fairies remem ber ~

The days of sunshine and flowers

And the glow of gold September.

The stories of the morning

When the sun emerges from the mist

The days of love and laughter

When Fairy life was sun kissed.

They listen very carefully 

But cobwebs fill their heads

And soon they are gathered up

And carried to their beds.

They are covered up with petals

So that they will be warm

And always some is watching

To keep them safe from harm.

They drift off on the dreamtide

They are tired for having played,

Evening is very lovely 

In the beautiful Fairy Glade.

© Linda J. Vaughan

2007

THE ROSE FAIRY - something whimsical

ROSE FAIRY

  

Sometime in early morning

When your garden’s is sun kissed,

Take a look around you

And you will see me in the mist.

I am the gentle Rose Fairy

You will see me everywhere,

With soft and velvet petals

And dewdrops in my hair.

I have dresses of many colours

And a fragrance very sweet,

I am here to keep you company

And scatter petals at your feet.

My wings are made of cobwebs

And look like perfect lace,

I move through your garden

With dignity and grace.

So if you look around your garden

And feel the morning dew,

Then you should know The Rose Fairy

Has been to visit you.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2007

THERE ARE SECRETS IN A GARDEN

THERE ARE SECRETS IN A GARDEN

There are secrets in a garden

That only children know.

The very special treasures

Among the leaves that blow.

There is perfume in a flower,

A daisy umbrella shade,

Diamonds in a dew drop

Shelter in a glade.

There is laughter in a garden

As the brooks rushes by,

Warmth and happiness

Under a beautiful blue sky.

There is time in a garden

To listen to the bird’s sweet song,

Days are fair and endless

And never ever long.

You can be a Fairy Queen

Or even a warrior bold,

You can wear a petal dress

And go back to days of old.

Sheltering under a tree

From a gentle falling rain,

Living childhood dreams

That will not come again.

There are secrets in a garden

And the hearts are safe and warm

Children may play safely here

And be kept away from harm.

Imagination lives here

And dreams are kept alive

There are secrets in a garden

For a child of four or five.

There is happiness in a garden

A time of Fairy Tales,

The magic of these little folk

Never ever fails.

It helps us build our future

In very special ways

The Secrets of a garden,

Stay with us always.

© Linda J. Vaughan

August 2006

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