By: Ardis E. Parshall - April 14, 2015 Father’s Garden Bernice T. Clayton A precious bit of paradiseWas father’s garden. In his eyesIt was a place for children’s play,Where flowers bloomed to give away;The place where he could best expressHis love of home, his happiness. A quiet man, he spoke in deedsAnd flowers grown from precious seeds;His choicest blossoms for the wifeHe loved and cherished all through life.Just one extravagance...
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