THE MAGIC GARDENS

The open gates of book
and verse and speech and glance
invite us just inside to chase
the butterflies of thought
that light upon our ignorance;

to gaze upon soft vistas,
pearl-covered with the dew
of age-old wisdom nourishing
the frail hypothesis, the struggling
seeds of something new.

We are free to wander
each new-found path that winds;
to crush the weeds of prejudice
and pluck the buds of truth
from the magic gardens of our minds.

© Marion Sharville

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  1. I picked up your new book this morning to read a couple of the poems and ended up reading nearly the whole thing. This poem and common wife are my favourites, but particularly this poem as it really captures the enjoyment I get from learning.

    An excellent poem!

    Love ya’

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