The World Turned Upside Down - Brian Rose
The gardener is dreaming of a world vast and wild
Where he lives in the open with his wife and his child
But the garden is tending the great cathedral close
The boxwood, the ivy, the hybrid rose
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Such are the gardener's dreams
In a night of light and sound
To hold to the old truths
In a world turned upside down
The gates of the garden are high and overgrown
Where the gardener is talking to himsell all alone
The city surrounds him with windows filled with eyes
He says, "who are these people who must live so high?"
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The gardener is digging lor the elements of earth
The secrets of nature and the mystery of birth
While sirens wall around him, the traffic honks and squeals
Voices peal the hours in a cacophany of deals
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The gardener is yearning lor the mountains and the streams
Where the stars are bright and scattered in the universe of dreams
But the gardener is bitter for he does not have the means
To leave behind the city with it's scrims and painted screens.
© By Brian Rose 1987