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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Another's Garden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sun was just about to set<br>when I happened on the scene: <br>A small and well kept garden<br>scented with Magnolia trees.<br>Someone had placed a wooden bench<br>beside a whispering pond.<br>I never knew this gem was here<br>In New York, most green is gone.<br>There were seasonals and perennials<br>competing for my senses.<br>A most welcome distraction<br>from my dark and somber penses.<br>So little time remained before<br>the light would fade away<br>and their beauty and their brilliance<br>would be shadowed, dark, and grey.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I thought about my childhood home<br>and the fruit trees that once grew there.<br>of the flowers and the vegetables<br>cultivated with my parents' care.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=420056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Concrete now covers every inch<br>of my remembered home.<br>They put a housing project<br>where, upon a time, I roamed.<br>I felt a sudden pang of loss, <br>fought back a foolish tear.<br>Here, in another's garden, <br>I had travelled back the years.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a></strong></div>