That Garden

In the tender morning of my life,
I walked that garden with delight;
And there, I adored you, teacher dear,
Indeed, you rivaled the flowers fair.

There, I beheld you in wild envy,
And dreamed to be like you someday;
For knowledge, you have made my mind yearn,
And my heart, with fascination burn.

So fondly I watched with face aglow,
As you unfurled the mystery of the rainbow;
While the happy fleeting butterflies
Peeped at the secrets before their eyes.

Then came the day I left quite suddenly,
And traced a path I have not forsaken
The hours of splendor in that garden.




by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento