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These are poems by Margaret Ingall who has a love of nature and gardening.

She is a most amazing poet, and I encourage you to read anything she writes.


I may not be a sculptor
Who chisels works of art
I may not be a painter
Whose brushstrokes touch the heart

I may not use a pencil
With talent or prowess
I may not yield a crayon
With guaranteed success

But if you see my garden
You’ll surely know it’s true
With a little help from heaven
I’ve a masterpiece on view

The Beautiful World

This world's so full of beauty
Don't pass it by each day
Ignoring all the wonders
Beside you on your way

The dancing days of Springtime
The Summer's comely face
The burnished gold of Autumn
The Winter's silver grace

These are the gifts of glory
Bestowed with loving care
So STOP and see the beauty
That' here for all to share