Last Confession

Front entrance to The Garden Table

Its been a few days… Since my last confession… Past life lessons… Are my new obsession…

Just need to let it go… Gotta set the record straight… The gardens that I grow… Are never second-rate…

I’m gonna grow love… And I’m gonna grow friends… I’ll prove you wrong… I’ll break the trends…

Never go under a rainbow… Always go through… Why go alone… When I can bring you…

Don’t get caught in the dark… Without a bright candle… Make art on the street… And get labeled a vandal…

I miss my secret garden… Miss my special place… This year I build one for me… My hidden garden of grace…

Don’t ask where it’s at… Please don’t try to look… Remember that my queen… Always trumps your rook…

I’ll grow aromatic herbs… Directly where I walk… When I grow beans… I get a magic stalk…

We can climb to the top… Get high in a cloud… It’s been a long time… Since I’ve made someone proud…

So I’ll work on the old… And start the new… Whether or not… I have permission from you…

peace – chriscondello

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3 thoughts on “Last Confession

  1. petrujviljoen says:

    Love this! It is well that you want to keep the garden a secret.

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  2. Jnana Hodson says:

    Nobody gardens alone. (Even if it seems you’re doing all the work.) Don’t overlook the red wigglers.

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