Masterpiece…

is a poem by Margaret Ingall, who has a love of gardening and nature, which I hope you’ll all like.

I may not be a sculptor

Who chisels works of art,

I may not be a painter

Whose brush strokes touch the heart.

I may not use a pencil

With talent or prowess

I may not yield a crayon

With guaranteed success.

But if you see my garden

You’ll surely know it’s true

With a little help from heaven

I’ve a masterpiece on view.

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a lifelong sofa flyer, lawn lounger and book buff.
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16 Responses to Masterpiece…

  1. Beautiful poem! Hoping you are having a fabulous holiday season Flighty! Kind regards, Allison

  2. nikkipolani says:

    Yes, gardens are masterpieces, though I often think the gardener has only a very small part!

  3. Wish I had such confidence!

  4. snowbird says:

    That is beautiful and very true, I think all gardens are masterpieces as no two are ever the same the world over.xxxxx

  5. Jo says:

    A lovely poem. I wish my garden were a masterpiece, it looks more like a swamp at the moment.

  6. Glo says:

    A true gardener’s poem, which I enjoyed!

  7. I think my garden has a ways to go before it approaches masterpiece level, if it ever gets there! But nice sentiment.

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