I long for my garden
where wild flowers grow
to wander for hours
or lie still below
the shelter of trees
as they whisper and moan
I long for my garden
where passion is grown.
Passion Fruit
18 Tuesday Mar 2008
Posted in Poetry
18 Tuesday Mar 2008
Posted in Poetry
Whispers In The Wind 
it does grow on tropical countries…, it grows on vines. ~_^
its sweet sour, fleshy..
the poem is a longing right….
beautifully crafted!
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Gerald-We may have it in this country…I’m not sure. But, it doesn’t always grow on trees! At least not where I live. Thanks
Ecko- Thank you.
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That was beautiful, Shirley. Loved it!
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LOL, do you have passion fruit there in your country?
when i was a little child, i use to eat the fruit as my snack with the aid of salt to neutralize the super sour taste.
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Thanks, Gerald. Aren’t you the lucky one!
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we have the “literal passion fruit” grown in our neighbors backyard shirley, it tastes great!
the poem is smooth shirl, i like it
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Hey Bob, Thanks. That’s a sweet thing to say. Hope all is going well today. My thoughts are with you.
Dan, Dan
You sexy man
Wouldn’t you like to know?
It sounds like you have a garden like that!
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Shirley, Shirley
Quite contwirly
How does your garden grow?
All right, enough sillyness. I long for a garden like that.
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Your garden never stops growing, Shirley, it’s verdant 24/7/365.
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