Took a botanical sabbatical,
and learned what a fort is worth.

Known for its stockyards,
and Billy Bob’s,
the last place you’d think on Earth.

Mid the grand prairie grass,
and  occasional oak.

Where the buffalo roamed,
and oxen pulled Conestoga yoke.

Lay a glen of natural hope,
where water ran free,
and deer could lope.

Of reflecting pond,
and butterfly free..

A most  enchanting place to be.
magic forest of ancient tree.

Filled with flower and dappled sun,
where children laughed on the run.

A quiet seclusion here or there,
to stop and breathe the warm evening air.

And dream…
If all the Earth had a botanical theme,
wouldn’t it be wonderful?
Ron at the Fort Worth Botanical Gardens


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