The Walk To The Paradise Garden

Seasonal Reflection

By: Stephen Rifkin - Aug 14, 2016

 The Walk To The Paradise Garden

 

When the garden is scattered 

And under the raw wind, without hue, tint, or color, 

Sun lurks in the greater sky.

Life is the bloke, on all fronts,

Always,

 

And youth shall be France, or Britain, and America,

Imagine Dover, St. Paul’s, Bloomsbury,

Or the St. Johns river,

And when you visit, light a fat cigar.

Say, we shall never surrender.

 

Stephen Rifkin

August, 2016