I will walk in the woods where repose
the sycamore trees with purple tinged leaves
and the stream which is flowing gently with ease,
where I again find that soft mossy pathway
which leads to the house with the garden of roses.
And when I arrive, still carrying my cares
I will look on the brambles which are all growing there
with the fragrance of roses now filling the air,
one day I will knock on the door
and ask if I might walk in that garden of Yours.
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-in-the-woods/
