The Girls In My Backyard (alternate version)

My blogger friend Peter of Peter’s Ponderings recommended this blog to me – I clicked on the link and found this lovely poem, which made me cry so I’m sharing it!

No Talent For Certainty

Sprinkler

The girls in my back yard
Are running to and fro:
They’re dashing through a sprinkler,
And laughing as they go

The grass is green and rich,
The fence is high and far;
There’s brewing tea out in the sun
Inside a big glass jar

My wife is at my side,
We’re watching the “stampede” –
We see the world, and it is good.
There’s nothing left to need

The girls in my back yard:
My God, I love them so,
Though they grew up and moved away
So many years ago

Yes, long ago they laughed,
Along with my late wife —
From this back door, I hear, and feel
What used to be

My life

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