Happy anniversary, my dearest one.
I do recall the day all this begun.
It was in the year, nineteen fifty-seven;
A moment in mind, like it was heaven.
We didn't always see, eye to eye,
But we did our best to try
To treat each other like we would desire
And raise the bar, higher and higher.
I love you so, my dearest one,
Ever since the day this all begun.
Very nice anniversary poem!
Flowers surround this golden path
As the wind whips the colorful mass
Of all the Buds and Blossoms entwined.
As I walk this Nature's path of mine,
Blooms of Daffodils and Tulips have gone away.
Not returning until next years, Spring Day.
There are other beautiful flowers to see,
Shasta Daisies and Esters shine, readily.
Nice - this poem would go lovely with some of your garden flower photos :)
Beautiful poem and photos.